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Winthropi justa. A sermon at the funeral of the Honourable John Winthrop Esq. late…
Winthropi justa. A sermon at the funeral of the Honourable John Winthrop Esq. late governor of the colony of Connecticut, in New-England; who died, at Boston, Nov. 27. 1707 and was honourably there interred on Decemb. 4. ensuing; in the 69th year of his age. : [Three lines of quotation in Latin]Winthropi justa. A sermon at the funeral of the Honourable John Winthrop Esq. late governour of the colony of Connecticut, in New-England; who died, at Boston, Nov. 27. 1707 and was honourably there interr'd on Decemb. 4. ensuing; in the 69th year of his age. : [Three lines of quotation in Latin]
printed by Timothy Green, 1708
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III. Don't we Feel our selves Dying? Methinks, we are most Feelingly Admonished by this, That we are to Die. Our Constitution may be our Admonition. The deadly Blow is already struck Death has already seized upon us. Every Day we may perceive Death growing upon us. What are all our Bodily distempers? They are but so many Advances of Death. In all our distempers. Death is hacking and hewing down our Tabernacle. The Enemy has broken in, and is breaking down, the Carved work thereof, with Axes and Hammers. These things are the Messengers of Death. A Wrathful King is at hand. ⟨p. 20⟩The Term of, Mortis Caduceatores, has been justly put upon them. We read, Job 30 22, 23. Thou dissolvest my Substance; I know thou wilt bring me to Death. He Knew it, because he found a dissolution already begun upon him. O Man, Thy dissolution is already at work upon thee.
III. Don't we Feel our selves Dying? Methinks, we are most Feelingly Adomnished by this, That we are to Die. Our Constitution may be our Admonition. The deadly Blow is already struck Death has already siezed upon us. Every Day we may perceive Death growing upon us. What are all our Bodily distempers? They are but so many Advances of Death. In all our distempers. Death is hacking and hewing down our Tabernacle. The Enemy has broken in, and is breaking down, the Carved work thereof, with Axes and Hammers. These things are the Messengers of Death. A Wrathful King is at hand. ⟨p. 20⟩The Term of, Mortis Caduceatores, has been justly put upon them. We read, Job 30 22, 23. Thou dissolvest my Substance; I know thou wilt bring me to Death. He Knew it, because he found a dissolution already begun upon him. O Man, Thy dissolution is already at work upon thee.
Ingenious was the Parable of the Ancients. A man made an Agreement with Death, never to call for him till he had first Warned him of it. At length, Death does call for him; and the man Expostulates, That he was not Warned according to Agreement. Say not so, replies Death, Say not so! Did not your Head Ache such a day? Did not your Side Ache such a day? And such a day, did you not find your Stomach out of Order? Those, Those are the Warnings that I use to give. Ah, Sirs, if these be the Warnings of Death, you must not pretend, That you are not Warned. More or less, we all have some Touches now and then upon our Health. But this is the Language of them all; Man, Thy Death, Thy Death, is coming on.