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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B11418	The complaint or dialogue, betvvixt the soule and the bodie of a damned man Each laying the fault vpon the other. Supposed to be written by S. Bernard from a nightly vision of his, and now published out of an ancient manuscript copie. By William Crashaw.; Noctis sub silentio tempore brumali. English and Latin.	Crashaw, William, 1572-1626.; Bernard, of Clairvaux, Saint, 1090 or 91-1153, attributed name.; Fulbert, Saint, Bishop of Chartres, ca. 960-1028, attributed name.; Crashaw, William, 1572-1626. Manuale Catholicorum. aut	1622 (1622)	STC 1909.3; ESTC S105114	31,120	195

cum friuolis suis condemnaui Aurum gemmas pradia nihil reputaui Rebus transitorijs abrenunciaui Et me Christi manibus totum commendaui 75 Ecce mundus moritur vitio sepultus Ordo rerum vertitur sapiens fit stultus Exulat iustitia cessat Christicultus Et in mundo iugiter labor tumultus 76 Mundus ad interitùm pergit his diebus Dij facti sunt iterum Iupiter Phoebus Nam qui mundum possidet abundat rebus Hic vt Deus collitur sceptris aciebus 77 Et quae theologicae virtutes vocantur Fides spes charitas ferè suffocantur Fraus auaritia quae deriuantur Ex his iam in seculo toto dominantur 78 Si sis ortu nobilis si vultu serenus Si benignus humilis moribusque plenus Haec nil tibi proderunt si tu sis egenus Sola nam pecunia formam dat genus 79 Dūmodo sim splendidis vestibus ornatus Et multa familia sim circumuallatus Prudens sim sapiens morigeratus Ego tuus nepos sum tu meus cognatus 80 Ista cum defic●rint statim euanescit Nostra consanguinitas morte refrigescit Cessatque notitia ita quod me nescit Qui dum diues fueram surgens mihi cessit 81 O miranda vanitas ô diuitiarum Amor lamentabilis ô virus amarum Cur tot viros inficis faciendo carum Hoc quod tranfit cit●●● quam flamma stuparum 82 Si mundus diuitibus tria posset dare Iuuentutem floridam mortem vitare Pulchram durabilem prolem procreare Benè possent diuites nummos congregare 83. Homo miser cogita mors ista compescit Quis est ab initio qui morti non cessit Hic si viuit hodie cras forte putrescit Cuique prorsus hominum parcere iam nescit 84. Quando genus hominum morti deputatur Quò post mortem transeat quisquam ignoratur Vnde quidem sapiens ita de se fatur Contremisco iugiter dum mens meditatur Quid sum quò propero quid mihi paratur 85 De morte dum cogito contristor ploro Vnum est quòd moriar tempus ignoro Tertium quòd nescio quorum iungar choro Sed vt suis valeam iungi Deum oro FINIS THE COMPLAINT OR DIALOGVE BETVVIXT The Soule and the Bodie of a damned man Each laying the fault vpon the other Supposed to be written by S. BERNARD from a nightly vision of his and now published out of an ancient Manuscript Copie By WILLIAM CRASHAW LONDON Printed by G. E. for Leonard Becket and are to be sold at his shop in the Temple neere the Church 1622. To the VVorshipful my worthy beloued friends Hugh Hare Richard Brownlow George Crok and Iohn Walter Esquires Benchers of the honourable society of the inner TEMPLE Mercy Grace and Peace THe end and highest happinesse of a Christian man is to honour God in this life and to dye well the way to die well is to liue well and no better prouocation to good life nor preparatiue to a good death then a continuall and serious meditation of the mortality of this life the certainty of our end the vncertainty when and how the terriblenesse of the last iudgement and the account that each one must make then who haue not made it here before crossed the debt-book of their sins by the Lambe of God This made an ancient Father crye out When I thinke of that day I feare and tremble for whether I eate or drinke or what euer I doe I thinke I heare that terrible Trumpet sounding in mine eares Arise yee dead and come to iudgement And to this end the holy men of elder times willingly entertained all occasions that might helpe them in these holy cogitations One euidence thereof is this short and sweet Dialogue which as a fore-runner of others that may follow being diuulged and desired by many to bee englished I am therefore induced to make it common This being an age that needs all helps to holinesse and inticements to deuotion And this the rather in as much as though it was made in the mist of Popery euen not long after the Diuell was let loose yet is it not tainted with Popish corruption nor scarce smels of any superstition whereas it is stuft with godly truthes and wholsome instructions My thoughts intended and dedicated it to your selues and that worthy vertuous and religious Gentleman now with God the brother to one of you in nature and to you all in faithfull Christian loue But seeing he needs it not God hauing prouided better things for him and his soule now feeding on finer foode in Gods glorious presence and blessed vision of the Deity take you it therefore and that part of profite that might heereby haue falne to him and that part of my loue which heerein I shewed him diuide among you and as hee hath left behinde him to this Society and all that knew him the sweete smell of a good name for his many religious and morall vertues so let me leaue behinde me this little Monument of the much loue my heart owes you and shall bee willing to testifie by my best seruice as to this whole and honorable Society in generall so to your selues in particular To whom without wrong to any other I speake it I haue beene peculiarly beholden and by whom my studies haue beene much aduanced Now the God of Grace and Mercy so guide you in the wayes of holinesse and good workes that at your ends your body may not blame your soule nor the soule the body but both soule and body may haue cause to glorifie God their Creatour Redeemer and Sanctifier in whose loue I leaue you and rest yours in all Christian duety THE SPEAKERS 1. The Author 2. A Soule departed 3. A dead Carcasse 4. The Diuels THE AVTHOR IN silence of a Winters night A sleeping yet a waking spirit A liuelesse body to my sight Me thought appeared thus addight 2. In that my sleepe I did descry A Soule departed but lately From that foule body which lay by Wailing with sighes and loud did cry 3. Fast by the body thus she mones And questions it with sighes and grones O wretched flesh thus low who makes thee lye Whom yesterday the world had seene so high 4. Wast not but yesterday the world was thine And all the Country stood at thy deuotion Thy traine that followed thee when thy Sunne did shine Haue now forsaken thee O dolefull alteration 5. Those Turrets gay of costly Masonry And larger Palaces are not now thy roome But in a Coffin of small quantity Thou lyest interred in a little tombe 6. Thy Palaces what helpe they thee or buildings Thy graue vneth's of largenesse for thy feet Henceforth thou canst hurt none with thy false iudgings For thy misdeeds in hell we both must meete 7. I I poore soule oh I a noble creature Formed and made in likenesse of my God Adorn'd with graces of

my life which had so great command In iewels riches lands did so abound Built Palaces and iudged many a land Think'st thou I thought of Tombe in this base ground 45 Oh now I see and find it to my griefe That neither gold nor wealth nor larger rent Honour strength knowledge nor soueraigne hearbs reliefe Can cure deaths bitter sting nor it preuent 46 Before our God we guilty both doe stand And both in fault but not both equally The greatest burden lyeth on thy hand And this to proue full many reasons lye 47 No wit so meane but this for truth it knowes Iustice it selfe and reason both agree That where most gifts of vertue God bestowes There most is due and ought repayed be 48 Life Memory and powerfull vnderstanding God gaue to thee and with it sense of might Wherewith thou shouldst haue curb'd at thy commanding Concupiscence and followed that was right 49 Then since thy dower of vertue stretcht so farre And foolishly thou gau'st thy selfe to me And my entisements neuer would'st debar That thy fault greatest is all men may see 50 Further I adde with anguish of my heart Which mine owne case doth plainly demonstrate The flesh can nothing doe if soule depar It neither moues nor stirs early or late 51 It neither sees nor speakes then is this proued The Soule giues life no power in flesh doth rest If then the Soule rightly her God had loued The flesh had neuer her great power supprest 52 If Gods loue liuing thou hadst holden deare And poore mens causes rightly hadst de finde And vnto wicked counsels giuen no eare Nor me nor thee worlds vanitie had twinde 53 I that liu'd gay and gorgeous in attyre Loe what of all now vnto me remaines Wormes rottennesse and narrow lodge of mire These after all delights are left my gaines 54 And oh I know that at the later houre I shall arise and as I did offend With thee shall finde a second death most soure An euerlasting death death without end The soule confesseth 55 VVIth hollow fearfull voice then howles the soule Oh had I not amongst the creatures beene Why with his creatures did God me enroule Whom he foreknew should perish thus for sinne 56 Happy are you bruit beasts happy your state You wholly dye at once and only rot Once dead all torments cease such is your fate Oh! were such end for sinners such their lot The Body askes the Soule a Question 57 THen quoth the Body to his pensiue Ghost If thou hast beene among the fiends in hell Tell me I pray what sawest thou in that Coast Is no helpe left from thence with Christ to dwel 58 For Kings and great men what is their prouision Which liuing Lorded it in high degree For them is any hope left of redemption For money lands bequests or other fee The Soule giues answer 59 THe question senslesse body wanteth reason For when to hell the wicked damned be Redemption then is hopelesse out of season Bootlesse are almes-deeds prayers and charity 60 If all the piety of men should pray If all the world in price were offered If all good men should fast both night and day For this not one should be deliuered 61 The roaring diuell cruell and full of rage For infinite of worlds or any gaine Would not forgoe one soule shut in his cage Nor ease his torments nor make lesse his paine 62 And to thy question what is there prepar'd For Lords and great ones Gods Law is expresse The more that here one is aduanc'd or fear'd More fearfull is his fall if he transgresse 63 A rich man therefore dying in his sinne No man shall sharper torments feele then hee How much more pleasures that he liued in So much more grieuous shall his torment be The Author in vision 64. AFter the Soule had said these mournfull words Behold two fiends more blacke then pitch or night Whose shapes with pen to write no wit affords Nor any hand of painter pourtray right 65 Sharpe steely prickes they did in each hand beare Sulphure and fire flaming they breathed out Tusked their teeth like crooked mattocks were And from their nostrils snakes crawled round about 66 Their eares with running sores hung flapping low Foule filthy hornes in their blacke browes they wore Full of thicke poison which from them did flow Their nayles were like the tushes of a Bore 67 These finds in chaines fast bound this wretched soule And with them hal'd her howling into hell To whom on flockes ran other diuels more And gnashing with their teeth to dancing fell 68 They welcom'd her with greetings full of woe Some wrested her with cords senselesse of dread Some snatcht and tore with hooks drawne to and fro Some for her welcome powr'd on scalding lead Diuels 69 SVch horror we doe on our seruants load Then as halfe wearied the diuels cryed Now art thou worse then was the crawling Toade Yet thousandfold worse torments thee abide The Soule cryes out 70 AFter all this the groaning Soule deepe sighed And with what voyce it could low murmured But when within the gates of hell she entered Shee howled out Iesus the Sonne of Dauid The Diuels answer 71. THen all the diuels together loud did cry Too late too late thou callest on thy God Here is no roome for Miserere mei o hope of easement from this bitter rod. 72 Neuer hence forth shalt thou the light behold Thou must be alter'd to another hue Thou art a Souldier of our Campe enrol'd Such is the comfort that in hell is due The Author concludeth 73. THen I awaked full of feare And much amaz'd my selfe did reare To God I said with folded hands O shield me from such grieuous bands 74 I left the world and it forsooke Of goods and lands no care I tooke I did renounce each worldly thing And gaue my selfe to Christ my King 75 The world is drownd in sinne and vice All order chang'd not one man wise Both Iustice and Religion lost And all the world in turmoile tost 76 The world to ruine runnes amaine False gods are now set vp againe Vnto the rich their hands men hold He is the God that hath the gold 77 The vertues of Diuinity Are chok't faith hope and charity The brood of couerise and craft Beare all the sway and sit aloft 78 Be thou noble wise and faire Courteous lowly debonaire And poore thou maist do what thou can But onely money makes the man 79 If I be clad in rich array and well attended euery day Both wise good I shal be thoght my kindred also shall be sought I am say men the case is cleere Your cousin sir a kinsman neare 80 But if the world doe change and frowne Our kindred is no longer knowne Nor I remembred any more By them that honoured me before 81 O vanity vile loue of mucke Foule poyson wherefore hast thou struck Thy selfe so deep to raise so high Things vanishing so sodainly 82 For if the