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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. Must we Die? Then we ought Now to Do, what we shall at our Death, wish to have done. Our Death will bring us to a Right Sense of Things. Oh! Let our Sense, that we are to Die, do so too! Men have the Clearest Sight of Things, ⟨p. 28⟩when they have the Dimness of the Shadow of Death upon their Eye-lids. The Thoughts of a Dying Man, are usually the Soundest and the Truest Thoughts. We are so advised; Deut. 32.29 Oh! That they were Wise, that they would Consider their Latter End. There is the Best Wisdom, with such as are so well Advised, as to Consider, what Reflections, will be Grievous, Irksome, Full of Regret unto us, in our Latter End; and Now, shun all that will then cause Reflections: Consider, what Reflections will at our Latter End, fill us with Joy unspeakable and full of Glory; and Now do those things, which will then yield those Reflections.
My Friend; Suppose thy self in thy Last Agonies; thy Breath failing, thy Throat rattling, thy Eyes giving a ghastly Look, thy Hands clammy, and pulling; and thy Soul, thy Soul, taking wing for the Eternal World; Consider, O my Soul, What would I wish to have done, or to have left undone, at this Decretory Hour! Oh! Regulate thy Life accordingly.
My Friend; Suppose thy self in thy Last Agonies; thy Breath failing, thy Throat ratling, thy Eyes giving a ghastly Look, thy Hands clammy, and pulling; and thy Soul, thy Soul, taking wing for the Eternal World; Consider, O my Soul, What would I wish to have done, or to have left undone, at this Decretory Hour! Oh! Regulate thy Life accordingly.
Do so particularly, in laying aside Contentions and Animosities. Men at the Point of Death, are for Burying all Personal