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UPON THE AUTHOR
I'le please my self, though I my self dis
grace, What errors here be found, are in Errataes place.
J. Rogers. 1
BY A KNOWN FRIEND
ACROSTIC ON WILLIAM PADDY
One, who was well acquainted with his worth and gracious endowments, presented this following, as a testimonial of his good respects for him.2 Weep not dear wife, children, nor dear
friends, I live a life of joys that never ends. Love God, and fear him to end of your
days: L ive unto him, but die to sin always. I n heavenly place of bliss my soul doth
rest, A mong the saints and angels I am blest; M uch better here, than in the world at
Now I believe Tradition, which doth call The Muses, Virtues, Graces, Females all; Only they are not nine, eleven nor three; Our Auth'ress proves them but one unity. Mankind take up some blushes on the
score; Monopolize perfection no more; In your own Arts, confess your selves
out-done, The Moon hath totally eclips'd the Sun, Not with her sable Mantle muffling him; But her bright silver makes his gold look
dim: Just as his beams force our pale lamps
to wink, And earthly Fires, within their ashes shrink.
A FUNERAL ELEGY UPON THE
DEATH OF THE TRULY REV.
P raising my God is now my great em
ploy, A bove such troubles as did me annoy. D id but my friends know what I here
possess, Doubtless it would cause them to mourn
the less : Y our souls with mine e'er long shall meet in bliss.
1658. 1 These verses were not in the first edition. Their author was the son of the Rev. Nathaniel Rogers, of Ipswich. He was born in England in 1630, and came to America, with his father, in 1636. He graduated at Harvard College in 1649, and studied both divinity and medicine. He preached at Ipswich for some time, but afterwards devoted himself altogether to the practice of medicine. In 1683, he succeeded the Rev. Urian Oakes as President of Harvard College. He died suddenly, July 2, 1684, the day after Commencement, during an eclipse of the sun. He had requested, in the previous December, that the Commencement exercises should be held a day earlier than usual, as he feared the eclipse might interfere with them.-MATHER PAPERS. Cotton Mather says, “He was One of so sweet a Temper, that the Title of Deliciæ humani Generis might have on that Score been given him; and his Real Piety set off with the Accomplishments of a Gentlemen, as a Gem set in Gold.”—MAGNALIA, iv. p. 130.
His wife, Elizabeth Denison, was the only daughter of Major-General Daniel Denison and Patience Dudley, and therefore Mrs. Brad. street's niece. (Printed with this note ir “Works of Anne Bradstreet," ed. J. H. Ellis.)
2 Nathaniel Morton's "New England's Memo. rial.” See year 1658.
BY THE Rev. John NORTON And after Winthrop's, Hooker's, Shep
herd's herse, Doth Cotton's death call for a mourning
verse? Thy will be done. Yet Lord, who dealest
thus, Make this great death expedient for us. Luther pulld down the Pope, Calvin the
Prelate slew : 3 These initials, which appeared for the first time in the second edition, are thought to be those of the Rev. Benjamin Woodbridge, D.D., brother of the Rev. John Woodbridge. He was born in England, and after having studied at Magdalen College, Oxford, came to join his brother, and some other relations, in this country. He entered Harvard College, and his name stands first on the list of graduates. He was among the first settlers of the town of An. dover; but he soon returned to England, where he succeeded the Rev. William Twiss, D.D., as minister of Newbury, in Berkshire. He held that position until his death in 1684, a period of about forty years. His learning, ability and goodness have been highly eulogized. (Printed with this note in "Works of Anne Bradstreet," ed. J. H. Ellis.)
Of Calvin's lapse, chief cure to Cotton's Two choicest plants, our Norton and our due.
Stone, Cotton, whose learning, temper, godliness, Your justs threw down; remov'd, away The German Phænix, lively did express. are gone. Melancthon's all, may Luther's word but One year brought Stone and Norton to pass;
their mother, Melancthon's all, in our great Cotton was. In one year, April, July, them did smother. Than him in Aesh, scarce dwelt a better Dame Cambridge, mother to this darling one;
son; So great's our loss, when such a spirit's Emanuel, Northampt that heard this one, gone.
Essex, our bay, Hartford, in sable clad, 9 Whilst he was here, life was more life Come bear your parts in this Threnodia sad. to me;
In losing one, church many lost: 0 then Now he is not, death hence less death Many for one come be sad singing men. shall be.
Man nature, grace and art be found in one That comets, great men's deaths do oft So high, as to be found in few or none. forego,
In him these three with full fraught hand This present cometi doth too sadly show. contested, This prophet dead, yet must in's doctrine With which by each he should be most speak,
invested. This comet saith, else must New-England The largess of the three, it was so great break.
On him, the stone was held a light comWhate'er it be, the heavens avert it far, pleat. That meteors should succeed our greatest A stone more than the Ebenezer fam'd; star.
Stone splendent diamond, right orient In Boston's orb, Winthrop and Cotton nam'd; were;
A cordial stone, that often cheered hearts These lights extinct, dark is our hemi With pleasant wit, with Gospel rich imsphere.
parts; In Boston once how much shin'd of our Whetstone, that edgify'd th' obtusest glory,
mind; We now lament, posterity will story. Loadstone,that drew the iron heart unkind; Let Boston live, who had, and saw their A pondrous stone, that would the bottom worth;
sound And did them honour, both in life and Of Scripture depths, and bring out Ardeath.
can's found. To him New-England trust in this distress, A stone for kingly David's use so fit, Who will not leave his exiles comfortless. As would not fail Goliah's front to hit;
1652. A stone, an antidote, that brake the course
Of gangrene errour, by convincing force; THRENODIA ON SAMUEL STONE A stone acute, fit to divide and square;
A squared stone became Christ's building A Threnodia upon our churches second dark eclipse, happening July 20, 1663, by death's inter. position between us and that great light and A Peter's living, lively stone (so rear'd) divine plant, Mr. Samuel Stone, late of Hart. As 'live, was Hartford's life; dead, death ford, in New-England.
is fear'd. By EDWARD BULKLEY (?)
In Hartford old, Stone first drew infant
breath, Last spring this summer may be autumn
In New, effus'd his last: Other beneath styl’d,
His corps are laid, near to his darling Sad withering fall our beauties which de
Of whom dead oft he sigh’d, Not such 1 About the time of his sickness there ap
another. peared in the heavens, over New England, a
Heaven is the more desirable, said he, comet, giving a dim light; and so waxed dimmer and dimmer, until it became quite extinct
For Hooker, Shepard, and Haynes's comand went out; which time of its being extinct, pany. was soon after the time of the period of his
(Printed with this note in Nathaniel Morton's In Nathaniel Morton's "New England's Memo“New England's Memorial.” See year 1652.)
rial." See year 1663.
BACON'S EPITAPH, MADE BY HIS
MAN Death, why so cruel? What! no other
way To manifest thy spleen, but thus to slay Our hopes of safety, liberty, our all, Which, through thy tyranny, with him
must fall To its late chaos? Had thy rigid force Been dealt by retail, and not thus in gross, Grief had been silent. Now we must com
plain, Since thou, in him, hast more than thou
sand slain, Whose lives and safeties did so much
depend On him their life, with him their lives
must end. If't be a sin to think Death brib'd can be We must be guilty; say 'twas bribery Guided the fatal shaft. Virginia's foes, To whom for secret crimes just vengeance Deserved plagues, dreading their just de
sert, Corrupted Death by Paracelsian art Him to destroy; whose well tried courage
such, Their heartless hearts, nor arms, nor
strength could touch. Who now must heal those wounds, or
stop that blood The Heathen made, and drew into a
food? Who is't must plead our cause? nor
trump nor drum Nor Deputations; these, alas ! are dumb And cannot speak. Our Arms (though
ne'er so strong) Will want the aid of his commanding
Which conquer'd more than Cæsar. He
o'erthrew Only the outward frame: this could sub
due The rugged works of nature. Souls re
plete With dull chill cold, he'd animate with
heat Drawn forth of reason's limbec. In a
word, Mars and Minerva both in him concurred For arts, for arms, whose pen and sword
alike As Cato's did, may admiration strike Into his foes; while they confess withal It was their guilt styl'd him a criminal. Only this difference does from truth pro
ceed: They in the guilt, he in the name must
bleed. While none shall dare his obsequies to
sing In deserv'd measures; until time shall
bring Truth crown'd with freedom, and from
danger free To sound his praises to posterity. Here let him rest; while we this truth
report He's gone from hence unto a higher
Court To plead his cause, where he by this doth
know Whether to Cæsar he was friend, or foe.
Cir. 1676. . In an anonymous account of “Bacon's Re. bellion" called the “Burwell Papers." in pos. session of a Virginia family of that name. Reprinted in Mass. Hist. Soc. Collections, series II, vol. 1; and more correctly in the Proceedings for 1866-67.
(The text is taken from the edition of 1673.) Viewing this light, which shines more THE DAY OF DOOM
then doth the Noon-day Sun (The Day of Doom; or, a Poetical Description
Straightway appears (they see't with of the Great and Last Judgment.)
the Son of God most dread; SOUNDING OF THE LAST TRUMP
Who with his Train comes on amain Still was the night, Serene & Bright, to Judge both Quick and Dead.
when all Men sleeping lay; Calm was the season, & carnal reason
Before his face the Heav'ns gave place, thought so 'twould last for ay.
and Skies are rent asunder, Soul, take thine ease, let sorrow cease,
With mighty voice, and hideous noise, much good thou hast in store:
more terrible than Thunder. This was their Song, their Cups among,
His brightness damps heav'ns glorious the Evening before.
and makes them hide their heads, Wallowing in all kind of sin,
As if afraid and quite dismay'd, vile wretches lay secure :
they quit their wonted steads. The best of men had scarcely then their Lamps kept in good ure.
Ye sons of men that durst contemn Virgins unwise, who through disguise the Threatnings of Gods Word. amongst the best were number'd
How cheer you now? your hearts, I trow, Had clos'd their eyes; yea, and the wise
are thrill'd as with a sword, through sloth and frailty slumber'd.
Now Athist blind, whose brutish mind
a God could never see, Like as of old, when Men grow bold Dost thou perceive, dost now believe God's threatenings to contemn,
that Christ thy judge shall be? Who stop their Ear, and would not hear, when Mercy warned them:
Stout Courages, (whose hardiness But took their course without remorse,
could Death and Hell out-face) till God began to powre
Are you as bold now you behold Destruction the World upon
your Judge draw near apace? in a tempestuous showre.
They cry, no, no: Alas! and wo!
our courage all is gone: They put away the evil day,
Our hardiness (fool hardiness) and drown'd their care and fears,
hath us undone, undone. T:11 drown'd were they, and swept away
No heart so bold, but now grows cold by vengeance unawares:
and almost dead with fear: So at the last, whilst Men sleep fast in their security,
No eye so dry, but now can cry, Surpriz'd they are in such a snare
and pour out many a tear. as cometh suddenly.
Earth's Potentates and pow'rful States,
Captains and Men of Might For at midnight brake forth a Light, Are quite abasht, their courage dasht which turn'd the night to day,
at this most dreadful sight.
80 And speedily an hideous cry did all the world dismay.
Mean men lament, great men do rent Sinners awake, their hearts do ake,
their Robes, and tear their hair: trembling their loynes surprizeth ;
They do not spare their flesh to tear Amaz'd with fear, by what they hear,
through horrible despair. each one of them ariseth.
All Kindreds wail: all hearts do fail :
horror the World doth fill They rush from Beds with giddy heads, With weeping eyes, and loud out-cries, and to their windows run,
yet knows not how to kill.
Thus every one before the Throne
of Christ the Judge is brought, Both righteous and impious
that good or ill hath wrought. A separation, and diff'ring station
by Christ appointed is (To sinners sad) 'twixt good and bad,
'twixt Heirs of woe and bliss.
The Mountains smoak, the Hills are shook,
the Earth is rent and torn, As if she should be clear dissolvid,
or from the Center born. The Sea doth roar, forsakes the shore,
and shrinks away for fear; The wild beasts flee into the Sea,
so soon as he draws near. Whose Glory bright, whose wondrous
might, whose power Imperial, So far surpass whatever was
in Realms Terrestrial; That tongues of men (nor angels pen)
cannot the same express, And therefore I must pass it by,
lest speaking should transgress.
SENTENCE AND TORMENT OF
THE CONDEMNED Where tender love mens hearts did move
unto a sympathy, And bearing part of others smart
in their anxiety; Now such compassion is out of fashion,
and wholly laid aside: No Friends so near, but Saints to hear
their Sentence can abide.
Before his Throne a Trump is blown,
Proclaiming the day of Doom: 130 Forthwith he cries, Ye dead arise,
and unto Judgment come.
Sepulchres opened are:
and 's mighty power declare.
One natural Brother beholds another
in his astonied fit, Yet sorrows not thereat a jot,
nor pities him a whit. The godly wife conceives no grief,
nor can she shed a tear For the sad state of her dear Mate,
when she his doom doth hear.
Both Sea and Land, at his Command,
their Dead at once surrender: The Fire and Air constrained are
also their dead to tender.
He that was erst a Husband pierc't
with sense of Wives distress, Whose tender heart did bear a part
of all her grievances,