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A ship of arms Vseful for all sorts of people in this woful [sic] time of war / fashioned by a plain country-farmer, Samuel Brasse ...
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Brasse, Samuel.
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me come Was ever comfort heard of like to this Which brings thy soul into eternall bliss Where all the Saints with joyfull noyse accord To sing the praises of the heavenly Lord Who was and is and evermore shall be Till th' end of Time and thence eternally Let all the earth joyn and due praises sing To this our God and glorious heavenly King ' Mongst these my soul do thou set up thy rest Here none abide but them are onely blest Then do thou strive this blessedness to gain That thou with them mayst evermore remain And always joyfull Alleluja's sing To Christ thy Saviour and thy heavenly King Who hath thy soul thus far enlightned so As 't may be freed from that most dolefull wo And wofull word of Go from hence thou curst Of all that ere was heard the very worst Sweet Jesus please for to preserve me so As I may never hear this word of Go Which is so fearfull to my fleshly heart Which makes it grieve and inwardly to smart Come blessed Lord be pleas'd vouchsafe me cure Of this my grievous pain which I endure For very sorrow of this horrid fear More heavy then I am able to bear To think what danger this my soul is in By my long life spent all in deadly sin But that my Saviour pleaseth comfort me When I remember how he dy'd for me And that his coming was for this intent To call me to him that I might repent Then please sweet Jesus sinfull me to call And so as I do never from thee fall But ever worship thee my God and King And with a joyfull heart thy praises sing Amongst that glorious heavenly Angels Quire Whose joys are full beyond all hearts desire And with them sing to thee continually And so shall do for all eternity The worthy praises of that heavenly King Whose wondrous works ore heaven and earth do ring Then sing my soul and ever jovial be The praises due to him that dy'd for thee Let all the earth conjoyn and praises sing To this our God and glorious heavenly King Both Father Son and eke the holy Ghost Who 's God alone and of all might is most And worthy is of all be ever blest And here my soul do now set up thy rest And have a care serve him continually And then be sure that thou shalt never dye Vouchsafe good GOD to this to say Amen SAMUEL BRASSE O Almighty ever-living most mercifull God and to me a most loving and kind Father I the work of thy hands unworthy even the very least of thy benefits unworthy so much as to lift up mine eys towards thy divine Majesty much less worthy to call unto thee for mercy or to receive any mercy thy hands Yet gracious God for that thou hast appointed all them that are heavy laden to come unto thee and thou wilt ease them I most entirely beseech thee of thy abundant goodness to ease me of this burthen of sin vnder which I have spent most part of that time thou hast been pleased to bestow upon me for thy own service soly Lord lay them not upon my soul now at my departure but wash them away w th the pretious blood of thy dearly beloved Son Jesus Christ bury them in his wounds dear Father that they may never rise up against me either in this life or that everlasting but please good Lord at my death to vouchsafe me this comfort of all others most comfortable Come thou blessed receive the Kingdom I have purchased for thee In full assurance whereof I commend my soul into thy hands Lord keep it there for his sake who so dearly bought it w th his pretious blood in whose Name I make bold to call unto thee in that perfect form of prayer he himself hath taught me saying Our Father which art in Heaven c. To my dear and onely Son WILLIAM BRASS SON these three letters imply three distinct persons Father Mother and Child these their severall offices the Father to educate his child in the fear of God and provide for his livelihood the Mother to assist as a helper the Son to obey both and observe them with a filiall care I thank my God there hath been no neglect of any part since you had your being and now at my departure I have left you this litle Book useful in this woful time of War though not against lime and stone yet against that active Enemy is ever ready upon all occasions to assault you and therein also you may view the infirmities life and by them apply some good use to your own Other wealth I am likely leave but a little since God hath so appointed it should be reft from me by the Sabeans Esteem this as your Fathers last Will read it with deliberation meditation and contemplation there may happily some thing be found in it will redound to your good when I am in grave Keep it in your pocket and peruse it often it may prove more worth then much wealth and as you tender your own good or your Fathers command I charge you upon all accasions which doubless will be many have recourse to the first Lines and in assurance thereof I shall live and die your loving Father Samuel Brasse A Note of the principal Points casually handled in this Book OF our Saviours passion 1 Of the Mind 18 Of Englands broyles 30 Of Moses 25 Of Dooms-day 35 Of joy and fear 37 Of Hell 39 Of lameness 41 Of accompt of time 48 Of repentance 49 Of King David 53 Of dreams 56 Of wonders 59 Of mans frailty 60 Of Peters walk 63 Of Faith 67 Of Angels 72 Of Toby 72 Of the alteration of times 82 Of the Soul 91 Of the Sacrament 93 Of the abuse of creatures 95 Of hunting 96 Of Death 52 Of the Bed 69 Of the Stair to heaven 73 Of the Garden 77 Of Adams fall 79 Of the Sun 82 Of the Spirit 86 Of Jobs patience 88 Of lamentation 89 Of woe 99 Of the Heart 105 Of Peters Cock 108 Of dancing 112 Of dissimulation 114 Of Englands tears 118 Of accompt of sin 122 Of the Prodigal 125 Of Pleasure 128 Of the end of mans creation 134 Of Madness 143 Of Repentance 146 Of our Saviours life 150 Of wandring thoughts 160 Of the use of Senses 220 Of sinfull thoughts 224 The Authors Prayer 229 Reader Some Numbers of the Pages are mistaken in the book but the order of the Contents is rightly observed FINIS
am still as I have ever been O'ercome with mine own best beloved sin And have no strength for to withstand his power Doth thus torment me every day and hour O woe 's my heart that erst it should be born To live so long and now to dye forlorne O wo's my heart that Christ should weep for me And it not draw one tear from out mine eye O wo's my heart that Christ should dye for me Yet wretched I by 's death no better be O wo's my heart he calls me to embrace Yet I decline him by my want of grace O wo's my heart that erst it should be born To make my Saviour wear a crown of thorn O wo's my heart his tender hands should feel These rents for me and onely for my wee l O wo's my heart his side was pierc'd for me And yet my heart from feeling thereof free O wo's my heart his feet were nail'd to th' tree And yet that nailing nothing trouble me O wo's my heart that cannot feel his stripes Were able fill a stony heart with gripes O wo's my heart 't is not in sunder torn To see my Saviour bide for me such scorne O wo's my heart he endur'd this for my wee l And I want grace his grievous torments feel O wo's my heart he gave his life for me Yet wretched I in him nor live nor dye O wo's my heart he should for me be sent Yet want of grace will not let me repent O wo's my heart it should so hardned be As that his sufferings have not softned me O wo's my heart it is on sin so set As all his torments it doth quite forget O wo's my heart it will not bleed for wo To think that Satan hath now made it so O wo's my heart that nothing can it bring To serve my Saviour and my heavenly King O wo's my heart he should me thus respect Yet want of grace to make me him neglect O wo's my heart that he should shed his blood For me and yet it work in me no good O wo's my heart can nothing thee remove From love of hell to look at heaven above O wo's my heart so taken with thy sin And horrid life which thou hast lived in O wo's my heart thou wilt not sin forsake And to thy Saviours service thee betake O wo's my heart neglects Gods service so As breach of Sabbath breeds in me no wo. O wo's my heart will not spend Sabbath day In serving God and in his service stay O wo's my heart not one day in a week Shall I serve God and his true honour seek O wo's my heart I have delighted more In serving Satan then my Saviour O wo's my heart that 's drawn with such delight To follow th' wrong and forsake that is right O wo's my heart that 's from thy Saviour straying Whenas thy tongue is for thy pardon praying O wo's my heart I have less lov'd and us'd The Church then th'Alehouse where God is abus'd O wo's my heart that dost haunt Taverns more Then dost the Church to serve thy Saviour O wo's my heart thou shouldst so graceless be To neglect him who thus respecteth thee O wo's my heart it should so love its will As what is good it calls by name of ill O wo's my heart as fill'd with such ill blood As what is ill it gives it name of good O wo's my heart it should so stupid be As follow Mammon though thou dost him see O wo's my heart that seest thy way is broad And yet wilt not forsake that common road O wo's my heart that sees hell 'fore thy face And yet goes on for want of better grace O wo's my heart will not be drawn return Although thou seest black hell before thee burn O wo's my heart shall neither hell nor heaven Remove away from thee this wicked leaven O wo's my heart that thou shouldst be resolv'd Forsake thy Saviour till thou be dissolv'd O wo's my heart shall nothing thee remove To leave this hell and aime at heaven above O wo's my heart it is not fill'd with woes To leave heavens path and take that to hell goes O wo's my heart it will not burst to think What I am writing with this pen of ink O wo's my heart that it should guide my hand And yet it self the way of God withstand O wo's my heart my hand should point the path And yet my heart should follow th' way to wrath O wo's my heart it should this hell-hound love And so forsake this gracious God above O wo's my heart it should so stupid be As 't will go on although it Satan see O wo's my heart that Christ came me to call And yet towards him I will not go at all O wo's my heart it is so idly given As that ' gainst idleness I have never striven O wo's my heart so taken with delight Of what is wrong but seldome what is right O wo's my heart with more delight wilt look On news though toyes then on a pious book O wo's my heart spends time in earthly toyes Neglecting that which tends to heavenly joyes O wo's my heart that nothing will delight thee But things indeed which rather ought to fright thee O wo's my heart will break thy sleep for sin Yet wilt not wake to let thy Saviour in O wo's my my heart that will to Satan yield When they must fight intend to win the field O wo's my heart that 's hollowed so within As t will retaine nought but beloved sin O wo's my heart how great hath been thy care From time to time thy rent for to prepare Lest that thy Landlord might for it distraine Or turn thee out though Tearm by Lease remain O wo's my heart how little thy regard To serve thy Christ who with his blood prepar'd A farme for thee in heaven whose worth is such As there 's no brest that can conceive how much O wo's my heart what difference there hath been Twixt this on earth and that thy Farme in heaven How great thy care to pay thy Landlords rent How light regard for th' Saviours discontent O wo's my heart that strives to pass away What without pastime will not with thee stay O wo's my heart that thy care should be more To serve this Satan then they Saviour O wo's my heart lov'st better Satan serve Then him who doth indeed thy life preserve O wo's my heart that hastens time to run But when th' end comes I fear thou wilt it shun O wo's my heart still striv'st set that away Which tends to nothing but to thy decay O wo's my heart that 's careful for thy sleep Yet careless how thy self from sin to keep O wo's my heart more curious of thy taste Then of thy time which hourly thou dost waste O wo's my heart so carefull keep a watch How worldly toyes thou mayst in time dispatch Yet careless how thou triflest time away Which tends to nothing but to