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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

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

downe and brambles live Then when I left my Church-worke every night I still would take a Pen and thus did write Wee Painters erre to picture death still blind For I observe he sees the best to find But meagre death thy Dart hath done them good Thrice happie they wherein thy sting hath stood Thou art deceiv'd their soules to heaven flye Though in the earth their bodies rotting lye Thy ghastly pale grim face makes friends to weepe When thy sharpe dart makes friends in earth to sleepe Yet nought thou canst with all thy hate or love Save what 's decreed by that three-one above Then let me spare to rave and be content He is commanded by th'Omnipotent He doth command the world and him also Therefore let us prepare with death to go Let those alas who too too oft have stood More for the Church goods then the Churches good Repent and grieve for it with awfull feare Praysing his name who doth his rod forbeare And let those great ones next who seeme most strong Can hardly offer right or suffer wrong Let them with humble hearts and soules confesse That heretofore they weakely did transgresse Let every one make privie search within And with repentance root out damned sin Let 's firmely love yea with a tender heart All envie malice discord set apart Such sins as those and others not much lesse Is th' onely cause of griefe and heavinesse T was not their sins alone which bred our woe But ours with theirs and many sinners mo We are the cause alas as well as they For which our friends so soone doe rot in clay We oft speake faire and love is dayly faind Gold some doe make their God ungodly gaind When men grow rich they then grow insolent Scorning the poore and harmelesse innocent Gods wrath we doe provoke he oft doth threat With bitter teares let 's humbly him intreat To save the rest and turne his wrath away Oh! turne us Lord I 'm bold my selfe to pray For for our sins and for our wicked crimes Thou tak'st away the godly oftentimes God takes from us in my conceipt the best My faithfull friends with death he did arrest Thus I my heart did ease at idle times With making such unpleasant dolefull lines Six sheets of Paper closely did I write The more I griev'd bewail'd the more I might Of them I onely here have given a touch To Criticks eares I know it s too too much Therefore I le cease and hold on my discourse In praise of God which may perhaps seeme worse To them when I had gon through Brecknockshire And Painted most of all the Churches there My Prentise did desire his friends to see And with his father rid to Mountgom'ry That day from Herefordshire a message came To me and said that there God spread my fame I thither must make hast without delay And there resolve a moneth or two to stay To teach young Gentlemen to write with speed Whom Doctor Rogers in his house did breed To them I went where I did find such love As if the powers divine had from above Decreed that to my native place I must returne And for the good of others am I borne My Prentise then return'd to me no more Wherefore my Church Commission I gave ore Now was my first borne son on All Saints day ●ust five yeers old and as my friends did say About that time the day the houre of 's birth His blessed soule forsooke this mortall earth Then on the morrow when I heard that newes 〈◊〉 came unto my house where I did use 〈◊〉 Iob like patient mind and prays'd the Lord Not doubting but his mercy would afford Me grace to be content then did I write And make this Epitaph his fathers mite On All Saints day thou didst draw vitall breath On All Saints day God sent for thee by death On All Saints morne t was five yeeres since that time Thou first unto thy mothers papes did climbe God cald thee hence twice all the Saints did show Thou wast a jewell which God himselfe did owe God did decree that all the Saints should bring Thee to the earth and fetch thee to their King Who so is borne to day and dyes to morrow Looseth few dayes of mirth but moneths of sorrow Then when some mournfull dayes for him were past To Herefordshire againe I did make hast Unto my Schollers there but by the way I at a zealous house was forc't to stay Whose sons that Doctor did instruct and I Their want in th' Arte of writing did supply And as I backe returned home againe At that religious house I did remaine All night and on the Sabbath day I went From thence unknowne because I would prevent The time for riding to and fro so far My expectation it did seeme to bar But when I came to them againe I heard A mild discourse which made my soule affeard Cause I againe had trespast on Gods day For which offence I wept and thus did pray Be pleas'd O Lord to make me recompence My weake desire and wilfull ignorance With zeale devout Lord shield me every where From bold presumption griefe despaire and feare Then as through Hereford I often past The Free Schoole-Master and his friends at last With many a Townes-man there did speake to me That in their City I sometimes would be To teach to write For in your native Towne Said they where you once liv'd your fame is blowne Their kind perswasion soon impression tooke In me for Wales I instantly forsooke And all preferments there to Hereford I came whose Church and Colledge will afford A pensive man true comfort in distresse True food for soules and men in heavinesse Now in this City can I scarcely gaine Sufficient meanes yet doe I still maintaine My selfe my family taxations pay And all God sends to whom I fast and pray Grant me thy grace O God contentment still Lord my ambition is to doe thy will Thou know'st that 's all the wealth I wish on earth Which is thy gracious gift my second birth My heart my soule shall on my God relie His name I blesse I praise I magnifie Which is the cause that I this Mite have writ To shew my zeale but not to blaze my wit Which is but weake a Trades-man weake I am Whom Christ I hope hath cald t' adore his name THE PRAYER O Lord God everlasting Father Almighty maker of heaven and earth glorious holy and mercifull art thou in all thy works of thy goodnesse and mercy thou maa'st me of the dust of the earth breathing in me the breath of life to the intent I should continually serve thee but I a miserable and wretched sinner following the steps of my first parents transgressed thy commandements and have beene often inveigled by the world the flesh and the divell to breake thy Sabbath for which my conseience perswades me by many infallible reasons that thou in mercy hast afflicted me for the same yet upon my weake humiliation thou wast pleased after thy chastisement to comfort my heart with the remembrance of thy fatherly love declared in thy sacred word for thou causedst thine onely Son Christ Iesus to descend from thy throne of Majesty into this vale of woe and misery who became as it were a sinfull man and suffered the most shamefull death of the Crosse for my sins and for the sinnes of all Mankind he being spotlesse and righteous neverthelesse I still erred and procured thy wrath and indignation against me yet in mercy thou only afflicted sime for my sins offences piercing my conscience for prophaning thy Sabbath for which thou mightest justly have consumed me and rooted me out from the face of the earth but thy mercy overswayed thy justice for thou sparedst my life when all that saw me or heard of me said I was either dead or past hopes of recovery verifying in me the Apostles words This is the Lords doing and it is marvelous in our eyes and what thy Servant David said is true in me Lord thou hast chastised and corrected me but hast not given me over to death therefore my heart and soule and all my vitall spirits shall magnifie thy great name beseeching thee for Iesus Christs sake if it be thy blessed will and pleasure to restore me to my former stoength speech health memory and faculties that I may hereafter walke faithfully before thee all the dayes of this my earthly pilgrimage doing and performing diligently with faith hope and zeale those things which thou commandest me banishing from my heart presumption and despaire Lord forgive me my former sins and iniquities which I ungraciously and partly thorow ignorance have committed against thee Thou knowest O God my simplenesse and what I need better then I can aske or crave therefore in all humility I refer my will to thy blessed pleasure beseeching thee O most gracious Father to continue multiply and increase thy love and favour bestowed on me that I never offend thee in thought word deed or consent and when it shall please thee to call for this my wretched body out of this miserable world that my Saviour may present it spotlesse unto thee amongst thine elect notwithstanding the wickednes of my corrupt nature which blessing I humbly beg at thy mercifull hands for the merits of thy only Son Christ Iesus my Saviour redeemer and advocate O immortall eternall and everliving God from the bottome of my heart and soule I blesse magnifie and adore thy sacred name beseeching thee again and againe for Iesus sake to accept of these my humble petitione although my hand is not able to write nor heart conceive the praises due unto thee neither can any tongue declare thy love goodnes and mercy Wherfore I conclude this my humble desire praise and thanksgiving with that absolute prayer which thy Son my advocate Iesus Christ hath taught us saying Our Father which art in Heaven c. 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