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A42669	Misery's virtues whet-stone reliquiæ Gethinianæ, or, Some remains of the most ingenious and excellent lady, the Lady Grace Gethin, lately deceased : being a collection of choice discourses, pleasant apothegmes, and witty sentences / written by her for the most part, by way of essay, and at spare hours ; published by her nearest relations to preserve her memory, and digested for method's sake under proper heads.; Misery's virtues whet-stone	Gethin, Grace, Lady, 1676-1697.	1699 (1699)	Wing G625; ESTC R7820	27,432	102

People think he ought to be so and therefore they are not oblig'd to him for it Kings because above Masters think they owe no reward to their Faithful Subjects and that Tyranny is a right of Soveraignty 'T is the same in Republicks for they imagine those that obey can never do it blindly enough and never trouble themselves with acknowledgments Masters believe their Slaves born to do them service without Reward and they on the other side think that their least service ought not to be unrewarded by their Masters If we oblige a Friend he thinks it an obligation of Friendship and at best but slightly esteems it A Father because he has given Life to his Child thinks he ought to be as much in Subjection as when he was an Infant and gives him no thanks for all his Endeavours to please him The Children know their Birth is not the greatest Obligation but repine for the Life they gave if they do not all for them that they think they are able Husbands whose Authority is Establish't by Force and Custom think their Wives happy in Obeying them and give them no thanks for all their Complacency and Wives that have either Beauty or Virtue imagine their Husbands too happy in having married them If Fair they 're impertinent if Wise Insolent And a Lover is always charging his Mistress with Ingratitude and tho' he should receive a thousand Favours would yet make a thousand Repinings If at any time he has a less favourable Look than usual he murmurs threatens to change his Love and at length becomes ungrateful There would be much less Ingratitude in the World were there less sloth for commonly the supine negligent Persons are the most ungrateful who would willingly be oblig'd to all the World without obliging any There are some Women who value no service that is done 'em can forget a thousand considerable good services without ever thinking of a Return but because they are Fair and love their Beauty above all things never forget one Flattery but will Love them best that deceive them most But 't is difficult to Examine all the different Ingratitudes the World is full of they are so Various 'T would be a cruel thing to be oblig'd to make returns to all that pretend to love one or else be counted ungrateful Impossibility sets bounds to all things We should not be truly Grateful if we were so with Injustice We ought not to injure one Friend to oblige another And when 't is said we ought to acknowledge all Good Offices 't is meant so as we may with Reason Of Death THE very thoughts of Death disturbs ones Reason and tho' a Man may have many Eexcellent Qualities yet he may have the Weakness of not Commanding his Sentiments This is certain Nothing is worse for ones health than to be in fear of Death There are some so Wise as neither to hate nor fear it But for my part I have an Aversion for it and with Reason for 't is a rash inconsiderate thing that always comes before it 's look't for always comes unseasonably disturbs all the pleasures of Life parts Friends and has respect to nothing ruins Beauty laughs Youth draws a dark Veil over all the pleasures of Life and is Inflexible But this may be said for it it Equals all men cures all Desires ends all Misfortunes satisfies Ambition determines love of Hatred opens the gate to Good Fame and extinguishes Envy and this dreadful Evil is but the Evil of a Moment and what we cannot by any means avoid And 't is That that makes it so terrible to me for were it uncertain Hope might diminish some part of the Fear but when I think I must die and that I may die every moment and that too a thousand several ways I 'm in such a Fright as you cannot imagine I see dangers where perhaps there never was any I 'm peswaded 't is happy to be somewhat dull of apprehension in this Case and yet the best way to cure the pensiveness of the Thoughts of Death bring is to think of it as little as possible When against my will I hear of the Death of any One I sift a cause as far as I can from being applicable to my self For they who search so deep in the bottom of things are never at quiet Some are so inclin'd to fear that tho' they are neither on Sea River or Creek but in good Health in their Chamber yet are they so well instructed with the fear of Dying that they do not Measure it only by the present dangers that wait on us Some cannot Enjoy themselves in the pleasantest place and Company in the World If it Thunders Fear all that may happen fear the Earth may chance to shake as well in England as in the Indies 'T is true all these Fears amount to Nothing If the Earth must it will shake whether we will or no If a Thunderbolt must fall it will and as likely in the place where you seek Refuge as in any other Then is it not best to submit to God But some People cannot do it as they would and tho' they are not destitute of Reason but perceive they are to blame yet even at the same time that their Reason Condemns them their Imagination makes their Hearts feel what it pleases The best way to prevent our Fears when we come to die is our liveing Holy and Innocent Lives so makeing it the business of our whole life to prepare for Death And truly to consider aright One ought to think of Death as an Occasion of being Frightned from Sin and since I must infallibly see him one day 't is best not to be so great a stranger to him Our Saviour hath perfum'd and softned the Bed of our Grave by his own Dying and being Buried And how can it grieve us to tread in his steps to Glory To have Death easie think of that Glorious Life that follows it We can endure Pain for Health much more for Glory How many Crowns and Scepters lie piled up at the Gate of Death Have we so often seen our selves die in our Friends and should we shrink at our own Change Hath our Maker and Redeemer sent for us and are we loth to go who will put us in possession of a Glorious Inheritance 'T was for Us Our Saviour triumph'd over Death Is there any fear of a foiled Adversary He that lives Christianly dies boldly He that lives miserably dies willingly He that knows Death and foresees Glory dies Chearfully and Triumphantly Of Speech SOme persons will speak so much that one cannot interpose a Word and others are so silent that one is almost obliged to speak continually So that I know not which is worst and insupportable One who always speaks or one who must always be spoke to He that talks what he knows will also talk what he knows not Some can talk of nothing but what is past others of nothing but the present It adds

Misery's Virtues Whet-stone RELIQUIAE GETHINIANAE OR SOME REMAINS OF THE Most Ingenious and Excellent LADY The Lady GRACE GETHIN Lately Deceased BEING A COLLECTION OF Choice DISCOURSES Pleasant APOTHEGMES and Witty SENTENCES Written by Her for the most part by way of Essay and at Spare Hours Published by her nearest Relations to preserve her Memory and Digested for Method's sake under proper Heads Prov. xxxi 31. Let Her own Works Praise her in the Gates Printed by D. Edwards for the AUTHOR 1699. To the much Honoured Sir GEORGE NORTON of Abbots-Leigh in the County of Somerset Baronet SIR THE known Loyalty of your Family and that most Eminent and memorable Instance of it the Protecting the sacred Person of our late most Gracious Soveraign King Charles the Second in his most happy Disguise in your House near Bristol when being hunted as a Partridge upon the Mountains he took Shelter under the Shadow of your Roof and from thence escap'd by a miraculous Providence from the many Snares that were laid for him by his bloody Enemies This alone will eternalize your Name and render you deservedly Famous to Postetrity and will also bear a large and a glorious part in the History of those Times and of the Restauration of that Illustrious Monarch But there is also another Monument to preserve the Name and Honour of your Family which at the Request and Desire of your most virtuous and Religious Lady is here presented to your view and dedicated unto you It is indeed but an imperfect Collection some scatter'd and inco-herent Fragments the Gleanings as I may call them and REMAINS of a most excllent Person your own Off-spring and Issue and therefore you Sir have the best Right and Title to this Product of her overslowing Wit and Fancy and at the same time which very rarely meets in one Person most Profound and solid Judgment which may serve as some faint Idea to shew us of what an Inestimable Treasure the World has been unhappily deprived by the Primature Death of this admirable Young Lady your Daughter But as imperfect as it is yet from this light Tast this short and transient view of what she did but a her spare Hours as her 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 only and by the by it is easy to see what transcendant Strength of Reason and Engagement she was Mistress of though at very young and tender years what an excellent Example and Pattern of Virtue the World might have been bless'd withal to help and reform it in this degenerate and worst Ages and what admirable maxims of Prudence and Piety she would have been capable of giving for the Conduct of Human Life All which coming from so fine an hand would have been read and admired when most others would have been despis'd by the most celebrated Wits and Criticks of the Age and could not have chosen but have had a mighty Instuence upon them It will I doubt not be look'd upon as an inestimable Treasure by all her Friends and as even the Filings of Gold are precious and carefully preserved so will those GOLDEN REMAINS of this most Excellent Lady be carefully laid up and valued as they deserve by all that knew her and especially Sir by you her Father and by her most affectionate and afsticted Mother as the best Reliques of a Person so very deservedly dear to you Both and who can never die so long as this Monument of her Virtue Wit and Ingenuity shall continue which I prophecy shall out-live the Marble Monuments which you her dear Parents in Testimony of your most tender and affectionate Remembrance of Her have with great Cost and Care erected to her Memory in Westminster-Abby She being the last of your Surviving Issue That your Lady and your self may in this your unspeakable Loss and Affliction be mutual Comfort to and always happy in each other That you may be bless'd together with long Prosperity here on Earth and enjoy everlasting Happiness and Felicity hereafter is the hearty Desire and Prayer of Sir Your most faithful and humble Servant J. M. April 4. 1699. A POEM By the AUTHOR at a Eleven years Old POor Dull Mortals who only seek to know The false Draught called Happiness below When this is only thus to let us see If this be termed happy what must Heaven be For do we not account it a great grace When often we behold our Princes Face And when Commands their Pleasure is to lay We as an Honour readily Obey Much more Ambitious then ought we to be To serve a God so Just Great Good as he Who as to Ransom his blest Son has sent That he our Fatal ruin might prevent And lest his Just Commands might e're seem hard A Crown Immortal promised a Reward Rewarded by our Saviour's Glorious Merits By Faith Love and Obedience we Inherit A POEM In Praise of the AUTHOR I That hate Books such as come daily out By Publick Licence to the Reading Rout A Due Religion yet observe to this And here assert if any thing 's amiss It can be only the Compiler's Fault Who has ill drest the Charming Author's Thought That was all Right Her Beauteous Looks were join'd To a no less admir'd Excelling Mind But oh This Glory of Frail nature's dead As I shall be that Write and you that Read Once to be out of Fashion I 'll conclude With something that may tend to Publick Good I wish that Piety for which in Heav'n The Fair is Plac't to the Lawn-Sleeves were giv'n Her Justice to the Gnot of Men whose Care From the Rais'd Millions is to take their Share W. C. A Necessary PREMONITION TO THE READER THese few scatter'd Remains of that Incomparable and most Excellent Lady the Lady Grace Gethin Daughter of Sir George Norton of Abbots-Leigh in the County of Somerset Knight and Wife of Sir Richard Gethin of Grott in the County of Cork in the Kingdom of Ireland Barronet having been fortunately found and preserved 't was judg'd to be great pity that so rich a Treasure of Wit and Ingenuity should be laid aside and buried in Oblivion I know it is a vast Disadvantage and therefore a great Injury even to most exact and celebrated Authors to publish their private undigested Thoughts and first Notions hastily set down without Method or Order and designed only as Material or a Foundation for a future structure to be built thereon which is Generally the Case of posthumous Works set forth without the Authors last hand who therefore seldom gain any Credit by them but on the contrary if great allowances upon these accounts be be not candidly made do lose a great part of that Esteem and Reputation which formerly they had justly acquired That therefore this Monument which is intended to perpetuate the Memory and illustrate the Fame of this Excellent Person may neither in the whole be any real prejudice thereto nor in any of the parts thereof come short of that great and just Expectation which the