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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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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.
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 Ake such a day? Did not your Side Ake such a day? And such a day, did you not find your Stomack 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.
Indeed all the Sorrows of Life, are called by the Name of Death. I am sure, They tell us, That we are to die. ⟨p. 21⟩Yea, The very Supports of Life, carry broad Intimations of our Dying in them. We Die, if we don't now and then go to Sleep. That very Sleep is the Shadow of death. Oh! Fall Asleep with such Contemplations; These Eyes must shortly be Closed by Death! These Limbs must shortly lie down in the Grave. Our Bread is the Staff of Life. If it were not for that Staff, we should soon fall down unto the Earth, into the Earth, from whence we fetch our Bread. Will it always keep us from Falling? No; it says, My Friend, whence I came, thither art thou going. A Great part of the Food on which we Live, is the Flesh of dead Creatures. We have Death Death, Dished out unto us, on our Tables; DEATH in almost every dish. Oh! Feed with such Contemplations; Feed on them too; Most certainly, I cannot always Live upon the dead. Most certainly, dead Creatures can't save me always from Death.