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Corderius americanus. An essay upon the good education of children. And what may hopefully…
Corderius americanus. An essay upon the good education of children. And what may hopefully be attempted, for the hope of the flock. In a funeral sermon upon Mr. Ezekiel Cheever. The ancient and Honourable master of the Free-School in Boston. Who left off, but when mortality took him off, in August, 1708. the ninety fourth year of his age. : With an elegy and an epitaph upon him. / By one that was once a scholar to him. ; [One line epigram in Latin]
Boston: printed by John Allen for Nicholas Boone, 1708
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Too much to be by any one expressed: I'll tell my share, and you shall tell the rest.
Too much to be by any one exprest: I'll tell my share, and you shall tell the rest.
Ink is too vile a Liquor; Liquid Gold Should fill the Pen, by which such things are told. The Book should Amianthus-Paper be All writ with Gold, from all corruption free.
Ink is too vile a Liquor; Liquid Gold Should fill the Pen, by which such things are told. The Book should Amyanthus-Paper be All writ with Gold, from all corruption free.
A Learned Master of the Languages Which to Rich Stores of Learning are the Keys; He taught us first Good Sense to understand And put the Golden Keys into our Hand, We but for him had been for Learning Dumb, And had a sort of Turkish Mutes become. Were Grammar quite Extinct, yet at his Brain The Candle might have well been lit again. If Rhetoric had been stripped of all her Pride She from his Wardrobe might have been Supplied. Do but Name CHEEVER, and the Echo straight Upon that Name, Good Latin, will Repeat. A Christian Terence, Master of the File That arms the Curious to Reform their Style. Now Rome and Athens from their Ashes rise; See their Platonic Year with vast surprise: And in our School a Miracle is wrought; For the Dead Languages to Life are brought.
A Learned Master of the Languages Which to Rich Stores of Learning are the Keyes; He taught us first Good Sense to understand And put the Golden Keyes into our Hand, We but for him had been for Learning Dumb, And had a sort of Turkish Mutes become. Were Grammar quite Extinct, yet at his Brain The Candle might have well been lit again. If Rhet'rick had been stript of all her Pride She from his Wardrobe might have been Supply'd. Do but Name CHEEVER, and the Echo straight Upon that Name, Good Latin, will Repeat. A Christian Terence, Master of the File That arms the Curious to Reform their Style. Now Rome and Athens from their Ashes rise; See their Platonick Year with vast surprize: And in our School a Miracle is wrought; For the Dead Languages to Life are brought.