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A36900	Heavenly pastime, or, Pleasant observations on all the most remarkable passages throughout the Holy Bible of the Old and New Testament newly allegoriz'd in several delightful dialogues, poems, similitudes, and divine fancies / by John Dunton, author of The sickmans passing-bell.	Dunton, John, 1627 or 8-1676.	1685 (1685)	Wing D2625; ESTC R17453	181,885	324

mourns Though not a Bloo●y S●crifice as some Vainly believe but spends her dayes to come As a Recluse till Heaven is made her home Psal. 6.2 Have mercy Lord upon me for I am weak O Lord Heal me for my Bones are vexed Soul Jesus Soul Ah! Son of David help Iesus What sinfu●● Crie Implores the Son of David Soul It is I. Jesus Who art thou Soul Oh! a deeply wounded Breast That 's heavie loaden and would sain have rest Jesus I have no Scraps and Dogs must not be fed Like Houshold Children with the Childrens Bread Soul True Lord yet tolerate a hungry whelp To lick your Crumbs O Son of David help Jesus Poor Soul what ail'st thou Soul O I 〈◊〉 I sry I cannot rest I know not where to fly To find some ease I turn'd my blubber'd Face From Man to Man I roll from place to place T' avoid my tortures to obtain relief But still I am dog'd and haunted with my grief My Mid-night torments call the sluggish Light And when the Mornings come they woo the Night Jesus Sir cease thy Tears and speak thy free desires Soul Quench quench my flames and swage these scorching Fires Jesus Ca●st thou believe my Ha●d can Cur● thy Grief Soul Lord I believe Lord help my unbelief J●sus Hol● forth thy Arm and let my Fingers tr● Thy Pulse where chiefly doth thy torment lye Soul From Head to Foot it reigns in every part But play 's the self-law'd tyrant in my Heart Jesus Canst thou Digest canst Relish wholsome Food How stands thy tast Soul To nothing that is good All sinfull trash and Earths unsav'ry stuff I can dig'st and relish well enough Jesus Is not thy Blood as cool as hot by turns Soul Cold to what 's good to what is bad i● burns Jesus How old 's thy Grief Soul I took 't at the fall With eating Fruit. Jesus T' is Epidemical Thy Blood 's infected and the infection sprung From a bad Liver 't is a Feaver strong And full of Death unless with present speed A vein be opened thou must dye or Bleed Soul O I am faint and spent that L●unce that shall Let forth my Blood le ts forth my life withall My Soul wants Cordialls and has greater need Of Blood I being spent so far to bleed I faint allready if I bleed I dye Jesus T is either thou must bleed Sick Soul or I My blood 's a Cordiall He that sucks my Veins Shall cleanse his own and conquer greater pains Then these Chear up this precious blood of mine Shall cure thy Grief my Heart shall bleed thine Believe and view me with a faithfull Eye Thy Soul shall neither Languish Bleed nor Dye Epigram Canst thou be Sick and such a Doctor by Thou canst not live unless thy Doctor dye Strange kind of Grief that finds no Medicine go● To swage her pains but the Physicians Blood Psal. 143 2. Enter not into Judgment with thy Ser●ant for in thy sight shall no man living ●e justified Iesus Iustice. Sinner ●esus Bring forth the Prisoner Iustice. Iust. Thy commands Are done just Judge See here the Prison'r stands 〈◊〉 What has the Prisoner done Say what is the cause Of this Commandment Iust. He hath broken the Laws Of his too Gracious God conspir'd the death Of that great Majesty that gave him breath And heaps transgression Lord on trangression 〈◊〉 How k●ow'st thou this Iust. Ev'n by his own confession His sins are crying and they cried aloud They cried to Heav'n they cried to Heaven for Blood 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 What say'st thou Sinner Hast thou ought to plead ●hat Sentence shall not p●ss Hold up thy head ●nd shew thy Brazen and rebellious face 〈◊〉 Ah me I dare not I 'm to vile and base ●o tread on the Earth much more to lift ●●ine Eyes to Heav'n I need no other shrift ●han mine own Conscience Lord I must confesse ●m no more then dust and no whit less ●hen my in●ictment stiles me Ah! If thou ●●arch too severe with too severe a Brow ●hat Flesh can stand I have transgressed thy Laws 〈◊〉 merits plead thy vengeance not my cause 〈◊〉 Lord shall I strike the blow Jes. Hold Iustice stay Sinner speak on what hast thou more to say Sinner Vile as I am and of my selfabhor'd I am thy handy-work thy Creature Lord Stampt with thy glorious Image and at first Most like to thee though now a poor accurst Convicted Caitiff and degen'rous Creature Here trembling at thy Bar. Just. Thy faul's the greater Lord shall I strike the blow Jes. Hold Justice stay Speak Sinner Hast thou nothing more to say Sinner Nothing but mercy mercy Lord my state Is miserable poor and desperate I quite renounce my self the World flee From Lord to Iesus from thy self to thee Just. Cease thy vain hopes my angry God has vow'd Abused mercy must have blood for blood Shall I yet strike the blow Jes. Stay Justice hold My Bowels yearn my fainting Blood grows cold To view the trembling Wretch Methinks I spy My Fathers Image in the Pris'ners eye Iust. I cannot hold Jes. Then turn thy Thirsty Blad● Into my sides let there the wound be made Chear up dear Soul redeem thy life with mine My Soul shall smart my Heart shall bleed for thine Sinner O groundless deeps O love beyond degree Th' offended dyes to set the offender free Epigram Mercy of mercies he that was my drudge Is now my Advoca●e is now my Iudge He suffers pleads and sentences alone Three I adore and yet adore but one Deutrenomy 32.29 O that Men were Wise and that they understood this that they would consider their latter end Flesh. Spirit Flesh. What means my Sisters eye so oft to pass Through the long Entry of the optick Glass Tell me what secret virtue doth invite Thy wrinkled eye to such unknown delight Spirit It helps the sight makes things remote appear In perfect view it draws the Obj●ct near Flesh. What sense-delighting objects doth thou spye What doth the Glass present before thine eye Spirit I see thy Foe my reconciled Friend Grim Death even standing at the Glasses ●●d His left hand holds a branch of Palm his right Holds forth a two-edg'd Sword Fle. A proper sight And is this all doth thy prospective please Th' abused fancy with no shapes but these Spirit ●●es I behold the darkned Sun bereav'● ●f all his light the battl●m●nts of Heav'n Shel●ring in flames th● Angel guarded Son Of Glory on his Tribunall-Throne I see a Brimstone Sea of boyling fire And f●inds with knotted whips of flaming Wire Tor●er'ng poor Souls that k●ash their Teeth in vain A●d kn●w their flame torment●d tongues for pain Look Sister how the queasy-stomack'd Graves V●mit their dead and how the Purple waves Scald their Consumeless Bodies strongly Cursing All Wombs for Bearing and all Paps for Nursing Flesh. Can thy distemp●r'd fancy take delight In view of Tortures these are shows t' affright Look in this Glass triangular look here Hear

of Love and want to be instructed this distance ill ●ecomes you when a kind a most obligeing lover wooes you to be frolick and complacient Youth Could I but understand your meaning I ●●ould tell the better how to answer But as yet I 'm ig●●rant of your design nor know I what it is you 'd have ●e do Harlot All that I ask is that you would be kind 〈◊〉 Husband is absent and his distance from his ha●itation gives free scope to love Peace-offerings I ●ave made and by this kiss came out on purpose to find to meet my lovely Youth to lead him to my rich Imbroider'd Bed persumed with Amber and the Civit of Ethiopi● strew'd all with Ros●s and o'respread with Gessamin Aloes and Cynamon are scatter'd round about it come than my joy le ts loose no time but whilst we may with hasty steps hie thither and upon that soft recumbancy till morning take our fills of Love where midst a thousand transports with kind kisses and low murmurs I 'll relate my passion Youth The words you speak methinks move rapture in me yet I 'm ignorant in the affairs of Love and drea● the combate as not knowing how I must behave my self Harlot How dread why will my joy forsake so soft a list Will he be so fainthearted as to fly a yielding foe who fainting with a passion tho to fierce to be withstood will melt into his Arms whilst he may f●e●ly ri●●e all those joys that lovers meet and the Dame that love● him more than life become his well pl●a●'d Victim Youth M●thinks I'm more and more transported with the word st●at ●rem●ling 〈◊〉 rough th● wide Organs of my Ears and reach the 〈◊〉 sea●s of life yet something though I und●rstand not w●ll what 't is checks me Nay bids me for●ear and fly the offer you have made Harlot Alas ' ●is Youthfull fear just so was I possest befor● I had ent●red loves delightfull combate long time I hoverd on its Flo●ry Verges before I entered but being in I sur●aited without controwl upon the sw●ets that nearly must in course resemble Heavenly joys th●n sti●le those conspiring fancies that wou'd ro● y●u of your bliss and ca●● your self into my open arms Youth I am convinced ther 's something more th●● words can well express in loves transporting happyness a ●●ing so generally coveted by man therefore laying 〈◊〉 side all other thoughts I resolutely throw my self in●o your kind embraces to be at your dispose Harlot Spoke like a lover and now will we fly with all the Wings of love to my retirement where my joy shall find far more than he with reason could expect There there my Snowy Arms shall twine about him like the clasping Ivy whilst with a declyning head he pants upon my riseing Breasts and rifles all the sweets of love The Conclusion She has prevail'd the Youth she has insnar'd In those dark Nets she for his Soul prepar'd Whilst he pursueing falls deluding joys Amidst his revels his own Soul destroys So to the snare unthinking Birds still flye So goes the Ox where he must surely dye A Dialogue between Jonah and the Mariners The Argument Jonah supposing though in vain to flye From Gods dread presence his all-seeing Eye Takes shiping but the dreadfull Storms preven● His disobedience when a Whale is sent To take him in when cast into the Sea And cast him on the Coast of Niniveh 1 Mariner O what prodigeous storms arise in the dark Ai● what tracks of f●re appear how loudly roar the fighting Winds and what a hight mount up the brivy Waves whilst black faced terror does dis●use it self throughout the Ocean no Sun nor Moon appears to cheer us with their light no Star to guide us in our course 2. Mariner 'T is true the danger 's great that the wild Ocean teems with all uncertain 'tis what Wind rough East or West we now must yield u●to the Clouds and Skies express the South-winds rage the murmuring Seas the North-winds fury speak not safe nor Shipwrack can we reach the port 1. Mariner See see the glareing lightning seems to set the Waves on Fire whilst Heaven powrs down its cattaracts of Rain no Fire but that in such a Storm could live how are we born by Winds and Seas fell rage up to the trembling Pole and down again to Accharons deep cave 2. Mariner T●at clap of Thunder rent the Main-mast and has born it by the ●o●rd the shrouds are rent and now the leaking Vessel sucks the Waves apace ●ll h●lp is vain unless the pow●r that rules the Winds and Seas with speed call back his angry Messengers and still th● boistrous Flood 1 Mariner Yet let 's use our utmost skill no hand must now be unimploy'd to save our lives Cast cast the Carg● forth lighten the Vessel and perhaps she then may weather the rough Tempest so so my Lads come over with it all 2. Mariner Now this is done the danger is never the ●ess the Maisen is shivered and the Rudders rent the searchingWaves suppli●s the weight of what we have cast forth no safety is expected from our l●bour for me●●i●ks I see grim death stand a d●ncing on the angry Billows and each yauning surge expose wide Graves to my amazd sight no hope remains but what we can expect from prayer then with prostration let each call upon his God and seck for s●fety from the angry Deitie perhaps he may relent and bi● the Winds be still Ha see her 's one regardless s●oring on the brink of ruin Ro●se rouse thou drowsy wretch and call upon thy God Ionah Whos 's that disturbs me with loud clamour is 't not night the time that weary mortals should repose 1. Mariner 'T is true but know before many moments p●ss we are no more death horrid death is hasting 〈…〉 Lives the Ship is sinking all our skill to Ionah How then is Death so near Oh! now I hear the Storm the fighting Winds and ratling Thunder shivering the swolen Clouds and feel the heaving Ocean toos the labouring Bark 2. Mar. Yes yes too well we hear the like but for whose cause is all this wrath of Skyes sure Angry Heaven wou'd not destroy us unless some mighty Sin gave provocation Come then and let us cast each Man his Lot that we may find who has transgrest 1. Mar. Agreed agreed Ha! on the Stranger it is fallen tell O tell what thou hast done and who thou art Jonah I am a Hebrew that fled from the Face of him that ma●e the Vniverse who lives for ever and is only God in Heaven and Earth who rouses or makes still the Seas at pleasure 'T is I 't is I that have occasion●d all that threatens you no way there is for safety but by casting me into the Swelling Flood 2. Mar. O wonderfull But how shall we then Answer for your Blood Let not the God whom you A●ore impute to us if in this our great necessitie we do a deed we