to the weary Pilgrim on his way What 's greater joy than when he sees and wheâ— His friends receive him safe return'd agen Such straits had I in all my life yet still I sought to be submissive to the will Of my good God and shall I quest'on now That Strength and Goodness which I ever knew No thou art welcome as the Harbinger To call me hence where my affections were All this sad time that I have liv'd on earth No man's more willing to resign his breath Death Thou' rt not afraid of death as Dives was Laz. No Sir you see that I have no such cause Death You are a debtor too and 't must be paid Laz. Yes unto nature What my sins have made Me liable to th' Law when Christ did bleed He said that from the same I should be freed Whose Cross my Crown and Blood my Treasure is This being so pardon I cannot miss Death Then thou art ready Laz. Yes through Heav'ns Grace And hope e're long to see his blessed face â—n Glory Who is that behind you stands Death It is an Angel into whose blest hands You must resign your Soul Now I must see The Rich Man's Funeral Solemnitie Pride Sexton Chyrurgions Masons Carvers Pr. This loathsome pale-fac'd Death made me retire â—rom my deceased Lord whose last desire Was That you Sexton ring his passing Bell And you Embalmers dress his Body well And that you Masons out of Marble Rock â—ig for his Statue a substantial Block 〈◊〉 length sev'n foot breadth four and somewhat more â—or's just dimension as he was before â—ou'r wish'd likewise who Mallet use and Tool â—o cut th' Effigies while his wandring Soul â—oth miriads of years 'bout Lethe Streams â—ange drink and sleep until his newer Dreams Remove him to the fair Elizium Where none but such as my dear Dives come Sext. Master I went about your just Commands But flaming Spirits flood and held my hands Saying That since you you had damn'd his Soul He was no better if the Bell did towl Though then at Pray'r these unexpected words With stranger Faces and prodigious Swords Repell'd my spirits so as I seem'd to be As fit for my last Fun'ral Rite as he Pr. Well 't is no matter I and Gluttony In spight of Heav'n and Hell will Ringers be Chyrurg ' on s view the Corps and spare no cost We do too little when we do the most For our dead Father Dives by whose breath All men received either life or death Though we 'bove all as Trustees must our skill Use till we have performed his last Will. An 't shall be done Artists what say you to 't Chyr Sir Art availeth not we cannot do it The sparkling Glow-worm yesterday shin'd bright Melts into Rottenness A horrid sight Pr. Where is the leaden Coffin put him in Chyr Nor this Sir can we do he hath no skin His flesh and bones consume nothing remains So save your Gold good Sir as we our pains Pr. Is' t usual for dead men to do so Chyr No no it only speaks where he 's to go Pr. Why He 's already in th' Elizian Groves Chyr Be not deceiv'd Heav'n no corrupt'on love Pr. And do you truly think his state is bad Chyr We do so truly and think your's as sad Without Repentance Pr. Now I know ye rave Chyr We knew what we should have no more we crave Pr. Masons where is the Stone that I bespoke For 's Statue Mas Coming hither it was broke Pr. I think we shall be cross'd in each design Mas We ne're were so till now 't is a bad sign Pr. I never heard so much of these till now Mas Such om ' nous things may make a proud man bow Pr. Bow with a Pox then what must the most do Mas We answer soon learn to be humble too Pr. Be gon ye Rogues about your business Mas From such as you we ne're expected less Pr. Carvers have you no such already made Car. Yes but we must take pains about the head which we with artificial hairs must cover And in his hands put bags of Gold however Now Sir it 's done according to your mind Pr. Come take your Mony I 'll have that 's behind Mourners Thrice cursed be the day and Fate That did our bliss obliterate Our golden Mine is now shut up Its owner drinks of Styg'an Cup While we his Votaries do groan Being depriv'd of him alone From whom we all our living had All but his Flatter'rs wanted bread His Friends though few he loved well Since for them he would go to Hell Where we must leave him and repent E're our last glass of time be spent Or else we must expect that Doom To which he is too surely come For his neglect of Pietie Of which he would no lover be Our Tears are vain then let 's give o're And take possession of his store It is sufficient that his Glory Will live as long as Sacred Story And name of Dives will be sweet To every earthly Proselyte Who make their God of gilded clay Till Heav'n as him sweep them away There needs no Tomb most Rich Mens Purses Wrap him as Children by their Nurses Death Angel Lazarus Death Friend Lazarus how like you my returnâ— Laz. Well though your absence gave me cause to mourn Had not the glor'ous Light you left behind Made my past mis'ries vanish from my mind Death Doth not the Doom of the Rich Man affright Thy feeble flesh Laz. Ne're while I see this Light Which I am sure is earnest of that bliss I shall receive when come where Jesus is Keep me no longer here I am most willing Thou canst not hurt me having lost thy Sting Speaketh to the Angel And you if sent from God to be my Guide Hold fast dark night rough way may make me slide Ang. Joy of thy Lord I 'm come for that same end To bring thee safe to Heav'n he did me send Whose will I always cheerfully obey Yet e're we take our wing pray let us stay And talk of your Adventur's here below This I desire Laz. I 'll tell you what I know What entertainment had you all this time On earth Laz. As Cynthia now Full now Prime Or as bright Phebus whose resplendant Rays Give heat and light to the renewed days And yet are sometimes wrapt in Clouds and Mist That if he shine or not it is not guest Or when pale Luna overshades his face So various was my state while in this place Ang. Is there not then 'mong Mortals difference Laz. Yes that 's one cause for which I would go hence Some swim in pleasure some are drown'd in want Though this last happens where true Grace is scant The Rich oppress the Poor the fat devour The lean and yet this lasteth not an hour Being compared with Eternity Ang. Do not some say that they shall never dy Laz. Yes so said the Rich Man but yesterday Now I am almost weary of my stay For
to defile 't will be a Sin Besides the old man hath perswaded them To stay if this be done he 'll bear the blame Forbear Sod You punies you 'l be Godly too Is this the way you do his daughters woo Son And we would have you so could we perswade Sod Ha see how like they grow to their old Dad Go get you hence we 'll make no more delay Give o're to plead or you shall dearly pay For your sobriety come out ye Rogue Bring forth these strangers do not time prorogue We hear they 're beauties 't is but what they owe Being within our Town we must them know See how he shuckes old Rascal do not dally With us nor time see'st not the City rally About thy House 't is but in vain to think That thou shalt eat our Bread or drink our Drink And not submit thy self unto our Will Lot All your requests if just I will fulfill I hope these boyst ' rous words are all but Jests Sod Confounded Dog bring forth thy handsome Guests Or by our great God Priapus we swear That we thy Body will in pieces tear Lot My Lords this rudeness is not strange to me Be not dismaid I will go out and see It my grave presence can make them give o're However after me I 'le shut the Door Brethren I do not understand your humour What is the cause that ye make such a rumour I' th' street at this time and about my Door Neighbours be rul'd this wickedness give o're And if your Beastly lust cannot refrain But that these strangers you with sin would stain See here two Maids of mine who Virgins be Use them at pleasure and let these go free Sod Rogue runagate slave think not that thou must Make such exchanges to restrain our Lust Who made the'a Judge If we be rul'd by thee Then must we bid adieu to Buggary But hold stand back or we will break the Door Lot Help help O help these Villains press me sore Sod Hark this mad fellow thinks to have Rescue Whence must it be from Heav'n I warrant you Heav'n help indeed of that we 're not afraid Though it and Hell combine their feeble aid Cannot reprieve the Prisoners within We are not scar'd with punishment of sin There Bald-pate God-adoring Rascal take yoâ— that strikes him How pretily he looks in 's dimpl'd Hat Now open to us strikes again Ang. Belov'd of Heav'n we see thy willingness To curb these wretches and our grief redress Come in to us and we 'll secure the Door Blindness shall make these Brands of Hell give o're Sod He is a Devil he'th bewitched me And me and me and me and me and me I 'm blind I 'm blind and cannot find the Door By Heav'n nor I I fear we must give o're We see their God can help them in a strait And cool our courage let us leave his Gate Begging him pardon for if we stand still He that hath struck us blind can also kill Not I for though I see not I can fell And if I catch the old knave I will deal Worse with him than before In spite of Heav'n We may in time with him also be ev'n For if he does not ope our Eyes again He and all his to morrow shall be slain Ang. Besides thy Family do'st any pity Daughters or Sons-in-Law within this City â—f any call them those we 'll not anoy But all the City else we will destroy Because the cry is wax'n great we must Reduce all Living in it into dust Lot Sons now take warning get you from this place Quickly the Sun shall not twice run his race From East to West before destruction shall Reward of lust on wicked Sodom fall God saith it and I 'm sure it will be done Sons if ye love your lives get ready soon To go with me Sons Sir this you told all of us long ago And yet nothing is come to pass you know You old and fearful are your brain is dry Before that it be so we shall espy Unusual signes from Heav'n if any be Such things we may believe but never thee Ang. Lot God give thee good morrow dost not spy The Sun in this Horizon mounting high Hast get thee hence with Daughters Sons and Wife Nothing that stayes behind shall keep in life You must out of the City speedily Lest for its sin you all consumed be Come there 's no time to stay or look about He that would not be burnt must get him out Why do you linger pray give me your hand Yours Madam pray give me we cannot stand Your God is merciful and full of pity And hath sent us to bring you out o' th' City Ang. Deus Scape for thy life shake off all Worldly cares When God afflicts all such things are but snares Trust not to humane help 't is I who fight And nothing's able to resist my might Go look streight forward if thou turn thy back Or any that is thine then I will make Thee feel the smart of my afflicting Rod. Fly to the Mountains lest Almighty God Consume thee with the City Lot Not so Lord Since I believe according to thy word And have found grace in saving of my Life As likewise have these two poor Girls and Wife Into the Mountains Lord I cannot fly â—est there some evil take me and I dye Add to thy former favours out of pity Leave for to flye unto the neighb'ring City T is but a little one my Lord it give Into thy Servant and his Soul shall Live Ang. Dear friend to shew thee what respect I bear â—o thee and all thy Servants this I hear â—nd grant what thou desirest flye in hast â—o thy entreated shelter while thou' rt past â—he City Wall my powerful hands are bound With cords of Love while thou art on this ground Although my Just revenge doth burn and chafe â—can do nothing till thou art come safe â—o Zoar. Chorus Curs'd be the day when we This stranger first did see Curs'd be the mouth that spake To us that we should take This wretch within our Walls Who Studieth our falls And hath with Heavâ—n conspir'd That Sodom may be fir'd There is no remedy We must destroyed be Come yet let 's endeavour To get the Rogues favour If he will but once pray We 're sure Heav'n will stay His hand and will revoke This sad and fatal stroke Rise let us to his Gate Perhaps it 's not too late And give his guests good words The best Sodom affords If these do not take place Then there will be no space Between us and the fire Taugh I must now retire Here 's such a loathsome smell That nothing if not Hell Can the same parallel Angel-God Sodomits Devil Lot Lot's Wife Ang. The Sun shines bright and Lot almost at home In Zoar now must Sodom have its doom Gomorah also Admah and Zeboim The fifth I will reserve as yet for him Awake my Justice and let
since you the handmaid gave And said of her you shall raise seed to me I thought this was enough to make her free I' th' house but now I see 't is otherways Favours of this kind have sudden decays However your desire I will fulfill Hagar be gone it is thy Mistress will Ang. Well said my friend for I desire the same Thy Family must from Isaack have its name And blessing too Ab. Thy will I shall obey Come Sirs get up and make no more delay The Lord commands whose laws are all to me Just though contrary they to nature be This Bread and Water take and so go hence You have abus'd your Mistress patience Though I know nothing I must not controul This peevish humour grieves my very Soul Chorus Each day hath its succeeding night Clouds sometimes darken the Suns light The Flowers that florid are to day Tomorrow Frost nips quite away Youth like a shaddow flies and age Sayth 't is my turn to tread the Stage Life must give place to grim-fac'd Death There 's nothing fixed made of Earth But all dance round and Circle make While one anothers place doth take The passions likewise have their turns One Breast with Love and Hatred burns One's sad and merry Melancholly And all sometimes are counted folly Honours and pleasures are so brittle That most wise men esteem them little In fine there 's nought but thoughts of Heaven That bringeth Wages home at Even Angel Abraham Devil Faith Flesh Despair Ang. Abra'm my faithful Servant do'st thou hear I must give thee a visit once a year Iâ—ave found thee perfect always hitherto And now I am come to try if thou wilt do What I command thee without stay or grudge Remember once thou call'd me righteous Judge Ab. I 'm here speak Lord thy Servant hears and will Count all thy precepts Just and them fulfill Ang. What could'st thou freely part withal for me Ab. What could I not since I have all from thee Ang. Then thou must take thy Son thine only Son And sacrifice him so my will is done The Mount Moriah's fittest for thy turn There thou shalt lead young Isaack and him burn This action Abraham will please me well Ab. My Lord if you command I 'le go to Hell Devil Fond fool give o're Religion makes thee mad Heav'ns Minions never yet rejoycing had Without a damp their sweet is mix'd with soure It is not possible for humane power To act what he commands being as strict As those who bid men without straw make brick Faith Give o're thou murd'ring Sp'rit do not delude The friend of God all whose commands are good If he should fear or fret at his desire Thou canst not keep him from a fiercer fire Than he is bid to kindle for his Son That 's Brimston and will last when this is done And yet will be no pleasing Sacrifice To God nor him do Abraham and be wise Flesh What Father ever yet so cruel was To Murther his own Child without a cause View but these Limbs and features of his face His sparkling Eyes then there will be no space Left in thy harden'd heart for cruelty A faithful man will never Butcher be Of humane Bodies Faith Faint flesh those Eyes and Features are but toys That fade with time and age there 's greater Joys Laid up for Isaack immortality What needs thou care then if he burned be Besides hast thou not heard how Phaenix rare Burned to ashes doth her self repair Out of the same being first a little Worm If thou believe thou need'st not fear this storm Despair Thou canst not be belov'd of God since he Bids thee perform such monstrous cruelty They say he 's merciful if it be so Thou may'st lye still and never think to go To Mount Moriah whom he loves he loves But this command rather his hatred proves Faith This is an old tone and bespeaks thee fool Know that he hath given ev'ry man his Soul Which if he back again from him requires By Famine Sword or Pestilence or Fires 'T is never to destroy that he doth this But for removall to Eternal bliss Ab. Give o're give o're now it is almost day I will no more dispute Believe and pray I will for success on my loved host I spend but time my God is at the cost He gave me Isaack and desires that he In fire and flames should from the Altar be Sent whence he came Sarah Abraham Servants Sar. My Lord I fear you have a troubled head For I could scarcely hold you in your Bed Tell me your Dream it fearful is I 'm sure For I have Dreamed too and can't endure Now when awake no not to think of it I saw a Bow from Heav'n bent and hit My darling Ab. Sarah then our Dreams are one God bids me go and burn my little Son Sar. Burn him alas I see I laugh'd too soon Then must my hopes and comforts all be gone Ab. Peace Sarah it is God requires the Lad And he shall have him if I twenty had Can I bestow them better than to give My Maker all in whom I move and live Sar. My Lord 't is but a Dream as yet forbear Such things require a double Messenger Ab. Dearest thou know'st my Dreams are always true Though such a Dream as this I never knew However honey let us with submission Part with the Lad obeying Heav'ns commission His pow'er is great so is his mercy too Thou know'st not what he is about to do For I may safely with the Boy return And if I do not there 's no cause to mourn We are but as were and he another May give whom thou may'st call Isaack's Brother The promiser is all-sufficient We can have no just cause then to repent Our Piety which always promise hath Of grace and freedom from Eternal Death Sar. My Lord he is your own and God your Friend Obey him mean while I will Prayers send For him to Heav'n as soon as you are gone And beg he may not give me cause to moan Who laugh'd before Ab. Go Sadle me my Ass and two of you Must go with me where yet I do not know Call my Boy softly tell him he must rise To see his Father offer Sacrifice Go to the Log-pile and choose out some wood Cleave none for use but that 's exceeding good Ser. Sir all is ready Ab. Sarah fare thee well Still hope in God the Lad may live and dwell Again with thee his Mother till he come To mans ' state or another in his room Sar. My doubts are over may the Lord direct You in your Journey for if he protect Or kill the Boy I shall leave to complain Perhaps he doth intend a greater gain Than either you or I as yet expect Kiss me dear Child and thou my God effect The present work my Husband is but clay And may stretch out his hand another way Than is thy will again kiss me my Son Then go with courage Heav'ns