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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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The Bible is the Sacred Grammar, where The Rules of speaking well, contained are.
He taught us Lilly, and he Gospel taught; And us poor Children to our Saviour brought. Master of Sentences, he gave us more The we in our Sententi• had before. We Learned Good Things in Tullies Offices; But we from him Learned Better things than these. With Cato's he to us the Higher gave Lessons of JESUS, that our Souls do save. We Construed Ovid's Metamorphosis, But on our selves charged, not a Change to miss. Young Austin wept, when he saw Dido dead, Tho' not a Tear for a Lost Soul he had: Our Master would not let us be so vain, But us from Virgil did to David train, Textor's Epistles would not Clothe our Souls; Pauls too we heard; we went to School at Pauls.
He taught us Lilly, and he Gospel taught; And us poor Children to our Saviour brought. Master of Sentences, he gave us more The we in our Sententi• had before. We Learn't Good Things in Tullies Offices; But we from him Learn't Better things than these. With Cato's he to us the Higher gave Lessons of JESUS, that our Souls do save. We Constru'd Ovid's Metamorphosis, But on our selves charg'd, not a Change to miss. Young Austin wept, when he saw Dido dead, Tho' not a Tear for a Lost Soul he had: Our Master would not let us be so vain, But us from Virgil did to David train, Textors Epistles would not Cloathe our Souls; Pauls too we heard; we went to School at Pauls.
Sirs, Do you not Remember well the Times, When us he warned against our Youthful Crimes: What Honey dropped from our old Nestor's mouth When with his Counsels he Reformed our Youth: How much he did to make us Wise and Good; And with what Prayers, his work he did conclude. Concerned, that when from him we Learning had, It might not Armed Wickedness be made! The Sun shall first the Zodiac forsake, And Stones unto the Stars their Flight shall make First shall the Summer bring large drifts of Snow, And beauteous Cherries in December grow; Ere of those Charges we Forgetful are Which we, O man of God, from thee did hear.