 | Cotton Mather's verse in English |  |
[Written on the Title Page of A Monumental Gratitude]
Soon as the Muse beheld these lines, She said,
The Members are preserv'd: But ah, the Head!
The Members are preserv'd: But ah, the Head!
Poor Lads! the Storm has whirl'd your Brains around;
And all the Sense is ship-wrack'd in the SOUND.
And all the Sense is ship-wrack'd in the SOUND.
| Cotton Mather's verse in English | |