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A47081	Mercy triumphing over judgement or, A warning for Sabbath-breakers Published for Gods glory and the benefit of all true Christians. By me Thomas Jones, of the City of Hereford. Who for prophaning the Lords Day was [m]ost miraculously strucken by the hand of God, and ut[te]rly depriv'd of all my senses, for the space of 4 years; [an]d now by his great mercy (upon my hearty repen[ta]nce) being perfectly restored to my former health, I [w]as moved to set forth this ensuing relation, as a testi[m]ony of my thankfulnesse to God for his fatherly [ch]astisement; and that all others by my example, may [b]e deterred from so hainous an offence as Sabbath-breaking.	Jones, Thomas, of Hereford.	1641 (1641)	Wing J993A; ESTC S103195	21,118	49

on Whitsunday For then I know from God I went astray Within six weekes the Surgeon came againe To me but then they said I told him plaine I knew him not wherefore he did reply Your braines I felt when you were like to dye Witnesse this bone which then I tooke from you My friends did say alas it 's too too true He under God did save your life on earth And gave a being to your second birth Then as a child I did begin to goe And senselesse liv'd of griefe of paine of woe My mother and my friends newly did grieve And prayd that I so simple might not live They of a wedding speake where I had beene Wishing that I those parties nere had seene Whereat I mus'd for I had cleane forgot The same alas said I I know it not Hath not the Lord new moulded me agen And makes me now a spectacle for men To gaze upon but t is my makers pleasure Which I imbrace as worldlings doe their treasure His Sabbath I prophan'd not once nor twice But too too oft for which I Sacrifice These sighs of mine my wound it fairely heal'd Which pleas'd my Surgeon well yet he appeal'd To God he could not make me speake againe Yet I but halfe a yeare did so remaine Nay in a moneth or two my health I had Though weake and feeble melancholly sad But then my Mother she my double nurse Departed home whereat I griev'd far worse To thinke my faculties from me were gon Which made me sigh and pray to God alone For grace and that he would be pleas'd to see My dolefull case my feare infirmitie In mercy then my memory he sent Againe and gave me grace for to repent Then on the Sabbath day my thoughts did run I griev'd I mourn'd to thinke what I had done On Whitsunday before declar'd alas For which I feare the heav'ns brought this to passe On me and makes me to the world relate The cause that mortall man that sin may hate My heart condemnes me still for that offence Cause seven weeks after I had lost each sense My memory fayld in all things that I knew Before that time which I before did shew Then in my griefe I slept and in my sleepe The Angell spoke that did my body keepe Yet foure and thou shalt be as thou hast beene Which made me hope at foure weeks end t' have seene It come to passe but that night in a Dreame The Angell spake againe foure yeares I meane With that I wak't and prais'd the God of might Who in my sleepe resolv'd my doubt that night Which made my heart rejoyce then as I prayd The spirit spake againe and thus it said Gods sacred Booke take thou and understand His will read it and marke what he commands Doe not despaire he knowes thy judgement 's weake Thy heart he knows what thy tongue would speake Observe and note his mercies manifold To haynous sinners our fore-forefathers old Which Booke in time I read in hope in feare Yet speechlesse I remain'd for halfe a yeare After that dreadfull accident most strange But then my desperate thoughts to faith did change Now when the Idoll of vaine pleasure she Whom on the Lords day I did ride to see Was of her sicknesse late recovered quite Her lewd temptation made my soule affright But then I found God was displeas'd likewise With her the Load-stone to my miseries For on his blessed day his day of rest His word I loath'd when she my heart possest To her I rid who likewise did prophane Gods day for which offence she came to shame That yeare she from those parts disgracefull fled And in another shire was brought to bed The child being borne of it she was bereft By death ere since her native place she left Thefore I pray as God converted me Doe so O Lord to her where ere she be Then from my mother speedily I heard My father in law lay sicke his death she fear'd Which made me strive to write my mind againe To her and then I wisht her to refraine To grieve excessively if he should dye God would provide enough fot her and I After which time eight dayes he liv'd the most Then as they say he yeelded up the ghost Which when I heard I griev'd yet then I thought that God did looke on me agen And for my mothers good this chance befell That after ages may this Story tell When she was married to that second man I then being Prentice from my Master ran Because I griev'd at her unluckie fate I fear'd her choice would prove unfortunate Which soone did come to passe his gains did slip Still through his hands by too oft suretiship Which made my mother vex she wept she griev'd Yea small content she had while here he liv'd Wherefore this dire mischance the Lord did send To me that she in Wales might me attend But when to Hereford she was return'd Within eight dayes she for her husband mourn'd Whose unexpected death perplext her heart But then Mans chiefe protector tooke her part On her my thoughts did run I could not rest Untill she yeelded to my small request Which onely was that she would live with me The which the pow'rs divine did first decree With me my fathers name she had againe ' Cause I her son as husband did remaine Two yeares being past and gon in hope I liv'd At Bath to gaine my speech for which I griev'd Which made me often to be vext and crost For all my faculties and speech I lost At Bath I stayd nine dayes in expectation Not as brave gallants doe for recreation But I with Faith and hope my time did spend Then as from Bath I rid at the Townes end My horse did stumble at a heape of stones Whereon I fell there might I breake my bones My foot within the Srirrop hung to shew My life my soule my all to God I owe He made my horse afraid to stirre or move From thence untill my foot I did remove Out of the Stirrop then my friend came in And held my horse who saw that I had bin Deliv'red safe from harme but fearefull sad Which made me thinke upon a dreame I had Two yeares before my heart did then perceive God might my braines dash out and me bereave Of life because I did mistrust that he At foure yeares end would make me be As I had beene Lord pardon me for it And I shall wait untill thou thinkst it fit To make me sound yet I in Bristoll stayd At that new well till I was there afraid Of Gods all-seeing power then did I grieve Because my faith would not a dreame beleeve And I returned home againe with speed Where for my secret sins my heart did bleed Then did I call to mind what God had pend There I observ'd Gods mercies hath no end Made knowne by 's Prophets and Apostles grave Which did increase my faith and comfort gave To me yea there I

MERCY TRIUMPHING OVER ●UDGEMENT OR A WARNING FOR SABBATH-BREAKERS Published for Gods glory and the benefit of all true Christians BY me Thomas Jones Of the City of Hereford Who for prophaning the Lords Day was ●o t miraculously strucken by the hand of God and ut●…ly depriv'd of all my senses for the space of 4 years ●…d now by his great mercy upon my hearty repen●●nce being perfectly restored to my former health I as moved to set forth this ensuing Relation as a testi●ony of my thankfulnesse to God for his fatherly ●●astisement and that all others by my example may ●e deterred from so hainous an offence as Sabbath-●reaking 1 Cor. 10.11 Now all these things happened for examples Therefore remember that yee keepe holy the Sabbath day Exod. 20.8 London Printed by E. P. for Iohn Wright the Younger dwelling 〈…〉 Goe little Booke present thy selfe Cum Privilegio THE PROLOGUE BEloved Christians before I was punished for my sins I followed mine owne wayes but now I desire to keepe the commandements of my God therefore I will first relate unto ●u in Prose the manner of my chastisement and what I con●eive to be the cause wherefore I was afflicted Vpon the Lords ●ay or Sabbath called Whitsunday in the yeare 1624. I disobayed the Lord and violated that great day in Cursing Swearing Drinking and keeping of bad company making an Alehouse or a worse place my chiefest Sanctuary all that day from which time my memory was taking from me for seaven weekes that I could never since remember any thing I did ●eing eight dayes after that offence committed in perfect health and cannot conceive how I spent the next Lords day but on Trinity-monday riding to a wedding my horse slumbled in a plaine greene way and cast me from off his backe upon a stone where as I am enformed was scarce another stone to be seene for halfe a mile thence was I carried home to the Priory of Brecknock as dead and lay as one languishing for a weeke having a Physitian and a Chyrurgion with me but could not agree where the fracture was for outwardly there was no wound to be seene neverthelesse the Sirgeon conceiving where the fracture was and that I might dye within three dayes if the braine had not vent immediatly made an incision in the Temples on the right side of my head and cutting all the Veine in that place I bled by report six or seaven quarts of blood before the veines stopt bleeding yet at the seaven weekes end I was almost recovered of that desperate wound and my memory came to me againe but how when or where I was thus chastised I know not nor whether I felt any paine when I was so grievously wounded and cured I could not nor can I remember onely my violating or prophaning the Lords day before declared I did and doe as yet remember which made me demand of the Surgeon and others that were about me at the seaven weekes end how long it was since Whitsuntide And being commanded in a dreame to give an account of the Talent which was given me since I repented for violating the Lords day I have made bold to present these my endeavours to your charitable censures not doubting but if the rest of my Talent were manifest to the world it would be pleasing to God and man most beneficiall and usefull for this Kingdome and fit for all young Clearkes Schollers and Artificers who understand not the Latine Tongue which I wanted my selfe before my Lord and Master corrected me To the VVorshipfull and worthily honoured HERBRT PRISE Esquire one of the Queenes Majesties Gentlemen Sewers To his Vertuous Religious and Zealous Wife the Lady Goditha Prise heretofore one of the maids of her Majesties privy Chamber and to their onely Child Mistresse Henriete Maria Prise one of her Majesties GOD Daughters MOst blessed three one God Divinity Protect thy number sacred Trinity To whom I prostrate here thy gift my will Grant them O Lord the peace of Conscience still True honours grace thou knowst I as a Bird Escapt the Foulers snare when death was fear'd My braines being chrusht my Temples crackt I fled From thence and by a blessed Angell led The Spirit of grace my faith my hope reviv'd And for these seaventeene yeares hath me repriv'd From death to shew the world Gods gift this Story That Sabbath-Breakers might behold my glory And Gods elect may see the reason why I was so plung'd in dreadfull misery The truth it doth declare at large and how Upon repentance God doth mercy show This gift is his which humbly I present In hope you 'l please t' accept the good intent Of him who praise Your honoured dayes May Zealous be Eternallie His life is yours While heart endures THOMAS JONES Anagram Herbert Prise her ripe Brest An Acrostick on his name An Acrostick on his Anagram in the last words of these Lines invented by the Author H He made his mothers brest full ripe in Her Ever she hopes her ripe brest will not Erre Religious Zeale within her brest doth Raigne Brest ripe in him all vice he doth Refraine Enrich his heart most wise his Faith In crease Ripe is his Brest his Soule the Heav'ns would Please The she ripe brest her Piety Exceeds Parting her Zeale to him in him it Breeds Rule Lord his heart and make his fortunes Rise In all respects before great Monarchs Eyes Send him true health true wealth and let him See Each sev'rall good descendeth downe from Thee H E E R R B R E I R P T E P B R R I E S S E T The Capitalls beginning shewes his name Those in the ends declares his Anagram Goditha Prise Praise thy God An Acrostick on her name An Acrostick on her Anagram G Great Mountaines stoope let Cedars have the Praise O're Hills o're Dales Gods glory they doe Raise Deepe Seas and Flouds the Sunne doth oft Annoy In ev'ry place the Sun 's the Cedars Joy Then Praise thy God brave Cedar truly Send Him thy best sap his blessings hath no End All blessed pow'rs whose Patience man doth Try Powre down your grace on her Praise God on Hye Rare Cedar blest Gods Heav'nly shade Intreat Immortall Tree most blest most high most Great Spread forth and Praise thy God thou art his Owne Extoll his name who sends all blessings Downe P O R D A I J T S H E A T P H R I I G S O E D The Capitalls beginning shewes her name Those at the ends declares her Anagram Anagram Henriete Maria Prise I remaine the aspirer An Acrostick on her name H Here is that Cedars Branch whose name aspire Exalted by a Queene what Subject higher Now Praise thy God sweet branches Roote againe Rejoyce in him his love doth still remaine I saith the Lord will powre on them my grace Even I will shield this Branch in ev'ry place Th' immortall life that comes in ev'ry bud Encrease her strength and feed her with thy

be the night when feare did make her us part Blest be that day when God did prove my heart Blessed be him who did Gods wrath appease Blessed be him who doth my faith increase Blesse me yee pow'rs divine three one most wise Make all my thoughts and deeds please thy blest eyes A WARNING FOR Sabbath-Breakers VVHen as the All-seeing God of Gods did give The Reins to me I carelesly did live For on his great and Sacred day of rest His Sabbath made for man which he hath blest I with the vulgar ran and did transgresse His chiefe command which here I will expresse On Whitsunday that 's past was sixteene yeere I grosly sin'd eschewing griefe and feare For in the morne when from the bed I rose The world the flesh the Divell did dispose Of me and made me rave disdaine and sweare My heart was vext which made me then forbeare To goe to Church to ease my troubled mind But in an Ale-house thought more ease to find Where I Tobacco tooke and healths did drinke Of Whitsunday I never once did thinke Nor of Gods will that morne I thus did spend Till Divine prayers and Sermon both did end Then in that Ale-house I my dinner tooke Gods word his House that day my heart forsooke Yet after noone I to my Master went To waite on him to Church but my intent Was crost by sloth for by the way I met His spouse and him and children all compleat Then with his servants did I goe along Unto the Church but from that zealous throng I did depart and I againe did goe Unto those joviall lads whose zeale I know For my returne did stay among them there I tippled still Gods wrath we did not feare But when I askt if Evening prayer were done A Maid replyd that Sermon was begun Then up we stood a health we did begin A Frollicke cal'd no thought that day of sin But when we thought that Sermon was nere ended To Church we did repaire yet I attended Still at the doore as if at Church I was With zeale devout but this I brought to passe When from Gods House we all departed home I privatly desir'd my Masters groome To helpe me to a horse that I might goe 〈…〉 To visit her whom he too well did know Which he with speed perform'd cause sicke he lay There did I spend the rest of Gods blest day But how or when I did returne againe Or where the horse I rid on did remaine Or eight dayes after being sound and well What then I did I never since can tell But by report of honest worthy men On Trinity munday next that followed then A speciall friend reposed trust in me To gaine a Licence for him speedily Then to my friend the Register I went Who instantly petformed my intent He forthwith brought the Licence seald to me ●or which I paid to every Clarke his fee That Antidote I thought with speed to bring ●o ease their hearts who felt blind Cupids sting ●ut they who thought each houre I stayd a day With all their friends began to lead the way Cause Evening came and far they had to ride Unto the house who for them did provide Then after them I rid with joy and speed To shew my love I brought them what they need Their Licence 't was for which they long had staid The sight of it did make their hearts apaid When they the same receiv'd I went on still Till Phoebus light was clouded with a hill Then from them did I part with many mo Who thought with me to Brecknocke back to go But marke the end when we were at a stand A Glo-worme came and lighted on my hand Then did I ride before when it was night And bragging said that God had sent me light With that I fell from of my horses backe And on a stone my scull I there did cracke My friends amazed stood I lay as dead No wound they saw but inwardly I bled Which stroake my friends and fellows in a feare Some griev'd sigh'd and some their haire did teare Far from a house it was where I did lye What comfort could they have if I should dye Upon their hands each to their friends did goe And my disaster told their feare my woe Then God awak'd a friend who heard the matter He ran with speed and brought me his strong-water His daughters followed him they did repaire Where I did lye thither they brought a chaire His water did my heart and soule revive And made both life and death begin to strive In me within the chaire was I layd And to his house I gently was conveyd And by relation there of many a one In halfe a mile was scarce another stone For to be seene save that whereon I fell Yet where or how it was I cannot tell The Groome more bold and ventrous then the rest Unto my Master rid and him possest By breake of day what dire mischance I had Who rose with speed and came to me most sad By that time came a Surgeon unto me To view my corps but he no wound could see With him my Master stayd foure houres and more And they with all my friends did God implore To save my life I scarcely then had breath Which they perceiv'd and gave me ore for death My Master then returning newes was spread What chance I had and how I lay as dead Which made my friends lament and feare and grieve Yet some that suddaine newes would scarce believe Most of that Country wide and nere about Came thither to see and to resolve their doubt My Master riding home againe did find The Bayliffe of Brecknocke and the Townsmen kind To me they came he met them by the way And gave them thanks they for my life did pray But sure said he my Man is dead ere this He cannot live or else I aime amisse Therefore you need not take such paines in vaine Then all as one replyd to him againe We hope he 'l live as yet this many a yeare Yet home he went and thither sent a biere To carry me upon when I was dead Whereon they plac'd me underneath my head A Scholler of mine whom I did teach to write Thus I as dead did lye in dolefull plight Then on mens shoulders was I carried home To Breknocke Priory brought into that roome Wherein I lay full foure yeares and more A Covenant servant in that house before There I no sooner was layd downe but straight A Surgeon and Physitian both did wait To view my mortall corps and rufull fate For feare least helpe and skill should come too late Two dayes they did consult and feele my head But disagreed then I being almost dead The ' ternall just who kils and doth restore To life made them consult no more And then the Surgeon found the Brain-pans rent Who an incision made to give it vent The fracture in the Temples he had found Where he did make a