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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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Come from the Mount, he shone with ancient Grace. Awful the Splendour of his Aged Face Clothed in the Good Old Way, his Garb did wage A War with the Vain Fashions of the Age. Fearful of nothing more than hateful Sin; 'Twas that from which he laboured all to win, Zealous; And in Truths Cause ne'er known to trim; No Neuter Gender there allowed by him. Stars but a Thousand did the Ancients know; On later Globes they Nineteen hundred grow: Now such a CHEEVER added to the Sphere; Makes an Addition to the Lustre there.
Come from the Mount, he shone with ancient Grace. Awful the Splendor of his Aged Face Cloath'd in the Good Old Way, his Garb did wage A War with the Vain Fashions of the Age. Fearful of nothing more than hateful Sin; 'Twas that from which he laboured all to win, Zealous; And in Truths Cause ne'r known to trim; No Neuter Gender there allow'd by him. Stars but a Thousand did the Ancients know; On later Globes they Nineteen hundred grow: Now such a CHEEVER added to the Sphere; Makes an Addition to the Lustre there.
Mean time America a Wonder saw; A Youth in Age, forbid by Natures Law.
You that in t'other Hemisphere do dwell, Do of Old Age your dismal Stories tell. You tell of Snowy Heads and Rheumy Eyes And things that make a man himself despise. You say, a frozen Liquor chills the Veins, And scarce the Shadow of a Man remains. ⟨p. 31⟩Winter of Life, that Sapless Age you call, And of all Maladies the Hospital: The Second Nonage of the Soul; the Brain Covered with Cloud; the Body all in pain. To weak-Old Age, you say, there must belong A Trembling Palsy both of Limb and Tongue; Days all Decrepit; and a Bending Back, Propped by a Staff, in Hands that ever shake.