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A52171	Mentis humanæ metamorphosis, sive conversio, The history of the young converted gallant, or, Directions to the readers of that divine poem written by Benjamin Keach, intituled Warre with the devil here shewing the readers thereof how to read the same poem aright in these four respects, viz. I. in reference to the substance or history thereof, II. in reference to the intent or mystery thereof, III. in reference to the consequent doctrine thereof, IV. in reference to practical application thereof / compiled in a poem by J. Mason, Gent. ...; Mentis humanae metamorphosis	Mason, John, fl. 1676-1683.	1676 (1676)	Wing M916; ESTC R7190	51,417	169

delight The Ignorant Vulgar Crew both high and low VVhether in Silks or homely VVeed they go He both declines and will at no time dwell VVith such as can't their Right from left hand tell But yet those lowly-Souls who are content To leave their vulgar confidence and repent Those he bids wellcome to his House and Table Both Rich and Poor the best that he is able For such a one each Gallant ought to be And so make good this Converts History The end of the six Degrees Descending with the six Vertues and Vices therein described as opposites The Uertues 1. Humility of Spirit 2. Impartiality in Judgment 3. Contempt of Gallantry 4. Rationality in Speech 5. Sobriety and Continency 6. Solitude or Separation The Uices 1. Haughtiness of Spirit 2. Partiality in Judgment 3. Pride of Birth and Gentility 4. Vaniloquy and Multiloquy 5. Sensuality and Excess 6. Vain Society The six Ascending Degrees follow The Entrance To the six Degrees of Conversion Ascending and sayling through the waves of this World THousands we see in their Preposterous Will Boast of Good works before they leave their Ill. Which is the cause of all Hypocrisie To those who still in unconversion lye But sure the vessel first they should Refine Before they pour therein the good New Wine As this wise Convert here hath well begun And so his first great cleansing work is done Who having learn'd the wrong way to descry Where splitting Rocks and swallowing Quick-sands Lye Kept safe from Shipwrack and the Syrens Baits By sayling wisely through the dangerous Streights He in his New-built Ark well Pitch't and Mann'd Now shoots the Gulf * into the New-found Land Where there are pretious Stones and Gold that 's good As in that place where Paradise once stood And so begins a second Voyage here And in the right good way his Course to Steer For having First descended that high Hill Of Pride and Greatness in his Wit and Will Unto that Holy Hill he next proceeds Of Grace and Goodness in his words and deeds Which none attain but those New-born of God First Taught of him and humbled by his Rod As this young Saint who to the world about him Stands a rare pattern ' though most fleer and flout him Yet such a one each Gallant ought to be And so make good this following History Advertisement HAving finished the six Degrees Descending the Hill of Pride in the Heart of Man through the six Virtues of Mortification and Repentance in the work of sin-denyal now remain the six Degrees Ascending the Hill of Holyness in the heart of man through the six graces of Obedience ond Renovation in the work of Self denyal as concerning this young Convert 1. The First Grace or Degree of his Conversion Ascending Namely his Resignation Trust and Dependance upon Gods Good-Will and Providence not relying on his wealth with industry Labour and Diligence in his Affairs and Calling which is Husbandry FIrst his n●w Course of Goodness he begins With leaving of the City and her sins London he quits and so himself doth Solace With lawful Joys in his own Country-Palace From Court to Cart he turns in Duty bound To manage his Estate with Judgement sound Wise to foresee and warie to prevent Each dangerous cross least he too late repent Yet if Afflictions happen or sad loss As sent from God he gently bears his Cross And now begins to exercise his hands In taking pains about his house and Lands To Plant and Set to Lop to Prune and Graft With all the Mysteries of the Rurall Craft To overlook his Cattle great and small His Herds and Flocks at pasture or at stall To see his Lands well Till'd and Closes fenc'd His grounds in season all well drain'd and trench'd And to avert the dregs of gentile sloth Which to the Soul 's a Canker and a Moth He sometimes puts his hand unto the Plow And sometimes to the Forke or Spade doth bow Sometimes perhaps he takes the Flayle in hand And with strong Nerves doth well the same command For God to Man this priviledge allows To eat his Bread with sweat of his own brows And 't is an Ordinance for ever blest Six days to labour and the seventh to rest Nor doth this Convert Gallant here ●eny His Grand-Sire NOAH'S Trade was Husbandry And he like him doth plant and plow and sow With his own hands nor scorns to reap and mow Without disparagement to'his birth or name His Honour Worship Credit or his Fame For there 's no Title do what Heraulds can Excell's the Primitive Name of Husbandman A Title Great and Good Knight ' Squire and Gent. Are all but upstart terms of Ornament And to themselves no good at all can do With their brave Swords and Belts and Feathers too It is the Plow that keeps them all alive Whilest they for Titles and Preferment strive And thus he spends his time in lawful pains Respecting more Gods Honour then his Gains To him alone he looks on him doth ' call For now he finds God's Blessin'gs all in all Gods favour and his blessing far surmount The high'st promotion in the World's account Therefore his Gold is not his God or Treasure But only doth depend on his good Pleasure And thus his lands and large revenues are All sanctifi'd and blest with pains and care And such a one each Gallant ought to be And so make good this Converts History The end of this Degree Ascending in the First step viz. Good Husbandry and Industry 2. The Second Degree in his Conversion Ascending Consisting of Sincerity Integrity upright dealing And the like Uirtues THe second step he takes up Sion hill Is Upright dealing in his business still The same that good King David doth commend As a blest rule of life tow'rds foe and friend To this new work he sets to dignifie His state and calling with integrity And as a Lyon all the Beasts doth awe His Brutish Swains he orders by a Law That no poor Neighbour may sustain oppression By him or his in all his large possession For he still makes a Conscience of his ways And what is due for Hire or work he pays Full Just and True and harmless as the Dove He nothing owes to any one but Love All Force and Fraud he hates all base extortion Ever content with his own Lot and Portion And rather suffers Wrong in any case Then do the least in his great pow'r and place But yet the willful Trespasser he pays In his own coyn that he may mend his ways Yea if that ought was by his Sire ill got He doth restore all back and keep it not Be 't house or Land Field Fen or piece of Ground Here Ten there Ten perhaps an hundred pound What e're was wrong he makes all right and eve● And by such Steps Ascendeth into Heaven Lo such a one each Gallant ought to be And so make good this Converts History The End of the Second Degree

rude way With Hat and Hand and Foot as well as they Your Humble Servant Sir they all can cry Though oft their Conscience tells them that 's a lye And thus there is no vanity or Pride That is not acted by the vulgar side Yea view all Pride in Country Court or Town There 's none like that that 's acted by the Clown There 's no Hectorian Gallant can compare In Pride with him nor yet so boldly swear Perhaps some will not swear yet at the least If they 'l not swear they 'l lye and cheat at best For lying now is grown the Tongue in Fashion The Mother Language through the vulgar Nation The very Children act the Parents part For they can lye and swear as taught by art The Retreat to the Rear of Pride YE desperate Rebels who dare God defie And offer violence to his Majesty Who dare blaspheme and rend his sacred name With your proud tongues voyd of all fear or shame Who by your Maker swear in your loose sports ●n your full Cups and all your vain resorts Who make of sin a Jest and Jest no sin And scarce can speak without a lye therein Know of a certain not a word doth fall From your loose lips without account for all All stand recorded in that dreadful book Of dire Revenge wherein you scorn to look The dreadful Book of Conscience in the soul Which all the Powers on Earth cannot controul And when that opens where will you appear ●n vain 't is then to swear or ly or jeer Your Tongues poor fools will all be stopt and still'd And your wide mouths with flames of Hell be fil'd O prize my words and take them deep to heart Ere for your sins you feel the Hellish smart For Conscience is a Judge can tame you all When he your pride shall unto Judgment call You are this Gallant Sirs I here intend Among the rest O that you now could mend Your sinful lives like him and so become Repenting souls before the final doom As thousands in this Nation have of late Chang'd from their Natural to a New-born State Who once were wild and vain nnd rude like you But now are your examples just and true Sober and wise from quarrels free and strife In carriage low in language chast and life And though you scorn and scoff them in disgrace They still remain True Converts to your face And so as new-born Creatures in behaviour They plainly show that they have found a Saviour For such by right the vulgar ought to be And so make good this Converts History The Authors good wishes With several Applications to several sorts of Persons and People Homebred and Foreign ANd now my Applications I will end With my best wishes unto foe and friend I wish to all that mercy grace and stay Which I oft found in my Afflicted day When in desertions humbled by the rod I sought and found a Saviour and a God I wish that all may find the same Delight In every path of vertue just and right I wish that peace to all which I now find Towards every Church in my inlightned mind I wish that truth in which I have my part Did shine as clear in every Christians heart That all might see what Bondage they are in To self and Satan Vanity and Sin And so convinced by a new wrought light Might shine true Converts all in * open sight O that one Convert might at least be made To prove the truth of all that I have said And if'mongst thousands one soul thus repents I shall rejoyce o're him with all the Saints A good wish to all not yet entred into this Spiritual Warfare And to those who are entered 1 Rank no Souldiers of Christ. THree Ranks of Christians in the world I find The First a Coward is in his false kind To all therefore that never yet durst enter I wish a good beginning and to venter Life Soul and Body in this holy war Till they both conquered and Conquerours are 2 Rank New Soldiers of Christ. But unto those who have this war begun I wish a Progress till the race be won And that they may so run as to obtain So Fight as they the Victory may gain For they shall meet fresh on-sets every day Satan will not at first forgoe his Prey 3. Rank of Christians old Soldiers of Christ. Lastly to those who have gain'd more perfection I wish increase and so by truths direction To number out the remnant of their days In contemplation of their Saviours praise By whom they are made conquerours and rest Under his Banner here and ever blest For he hath set their feet upon a Rock Above each enemies reach or Satans stroke No Racks nor Prisons nor a thousand harms Can pull these Soldiers from their Saviours arms For these be none of those who live as Hogs And dye at last in shame and pain as Dogs But these be they and only they we see That thus make good this Converts History The Authors good Wishes Applied to Foreign Parts and Churches Grecian Romane and Reformed beyond Seas UNto the Grecian Church which now doth lye In Bondage to the Turkish Monarchy I wish a good deliverance in due time When they are made more knowing of that crime Which caus'd that heavy judgment to come down With fire and sword upon that stately Crown Their pomp and Pride their Gallantry in Wars Their Church Dissentions and intestine jars Their frolick lives their Luxury and excess And sins in gross which no pen can express These these did cause their dire calamity A Vengeance just for their iniquity And still in bondage sad are like to live Till they repent and God their crime forgive Yea till they turn true Christians such as were When Paul first planted Primitive Churches there For such by right you Grecians ought to be And so make good our Converts History Good Wishes to the Roman Church UNto the Roman Church as now it stands Supported by the Pope and Emperours hands By France and Spain and House of Austria I scarce know what to wish much less to pray Unless I wish confusion to her pride And a conclusion to her Lust beside If I should wish her Eye-salve 't is in vain For she 's supreme and counsel doth disdain If I should wish Conversion unto Rome I fear I am prevented by her doom Only I wish Repentance to those Kings Which she still broods under her Eagles Wings Who in false zeal obedient to her Laws Have shed much bloud in her Apostate cause O that they could be wise and now recall Their Slavish Scepters from their antient thrall But of her Kings and her I 'le say no more Because I know the Judge stands at the door Who soon will shew them all what 't is to Fight And persecute their brethren in despight Good wishes to the Reformed Churches BUt you Reformed Churches here and there Swede Dane and Dutch with all the rest

elsewhere I wish I had no cause here to declare From your first Love how you declined are And with a panting Heart I deeply wish Some were not Neuters neither Flesh nor Fish Lest when e're long the judge in clouds shall come You all be found Apostates like old Rome Therefore I wish that as you have begun To mend Religion and a new-course run So would to God you might your lives refine And unto Papists as pure Patterns shine For all Reformed Churches such should be And so make good this Converts History Application and good wishes to the Modern Sects of Great Britain Concerning Religious Pride and Gallantry ANd now a fault of yours to you I 'le tell Religious Sects because I wish you well My words shall not be many rude or rough A word in Love is to the wise enough The Fault in General Of twenty several Sects well known by name I n'ere found two in judgment yet the same Nor yet in love in kindness and affection In sweet discourse in counsel and direction But all as cross and different in their minds To one another as contrary winds So shy they look and so with scornful eye Upon each other glance yet none know why And for my part as oft as I have seen them I never yet could state the case between them For in the midst of such a different throng 'T is hard to know who 's in the right or wrong Long have I been amongst them a Spectator In all their ways a faithful Observator And this I find that prejudice and pride Wanting true love hath poisoned every side A deadly Weed that doth the Sects besot Like th the Night shade in the Prophets pot A Scab it is infecting every fold And breeds ill bloud with humours hot and cold This is that spot which doth your light deface And all your sober carriage too disgrace Like to the Goat that fills the milking Payl And strikes all down again with heel or Tayl. Advice in this Case O Let no prejudice prevent the good Of Mutual Love which is the Saints sweet food Nor charge ye one another in despight With any errour till you have full sight Of that you charge then friendly write unto them And gently try unto the truth to woe them And so 'twixt right and wrong the truth discern And gladly teach and gladly also learn But for this End make Scriptures still your guide Above all humane wit or light beside Prize Love ye Sects above all self-fram'd sight Least you be found within the Ballance light Though you the Tongues of Angels could surpass And yet want Love all is but Sounding Brass 'T is Holy Love that Crowns all with perfection The surest mark of free grace and election By this shall all men know as Christ doth tell That you are his if you in Love excell That Love Divine the very bond of peace Which ceasing not makes all things else to cease All quarrels end and all disputes must fall When Love without dispute o're comes them all For unto Love must all Religions yield And all mens high opinions quit the field Therefore on this young Gallant fix your eyes Whose Pride in your own way you equallize For Robes and Silks do not a Gallant make But the high thoughts man of himself doth take Come down a step or two and you will see You need Humility as well as he Mark well my Counsel Sirs to what it tends Not light but Love can make you perfect friends Yet light is good when guided well by Love And Heavenly Grace descending from above And what I say to you I say to Rome And every Church throughout large Christendom That all should be Baptized as you see In the pure Fount of Peace and Amity Least at the last they wither quite away Like Churches old of Greece and Asia Therefore I wish that all who now be foes Might in the bond of Love united close For such by right all Christians ought to be And so make good this Converts History Application To the Iews ENough to Christians Now I 'le change my stile And to the scattered Tribes draw near a while Ye forlorn Jews since unto Sion hill You have a longing and a deep good will That you the better may attain your end Mark by what steps you thither must ascend For Scriptures yield a Promise and a call That when you turn to Christ your Vayl shall fall You are not cal'd to a veyl'd form or Letter But unto substance and a light far better Not to an outward Temple made with hands Framed of stones and built upon the sands For Christ is come to him your service yield And on that corner stone your Temple build For your old Temple is consum'd and gone And not a stone is left upon a stone Nor are you call'd to Sacrifices old Fetch'd from the wandring Herd or from the Fold A Contrite Heart is the true Sacrifice Required of all Jews with weeping eyes O Mourn a part in tears and sorrow due Turn to your Lord and he will turn to you For till you kiss his pierced feet and hands There 's no returning to your ancient Lands And then shall wandering Judah once more shine As new-born Christians in their Holy Shrine The Turk the Tartar will turn Christian Jews And India too Converted at the News Peace then will be on Earth both far and nigh Good will to Men Glory to God on high Amen The Address Wherein the Author Appeals to the Iudgment of the Conscientious Self-judging Readers who have Iudged the Whore within them JUdicious Friends who by an inbred light Can judge of truth beyond the vulgar sight To you I here appeal for I am sure There 's none but you can real truth endure And since to you an equall judgment 's given To weigh each word within the Balance even To your impartial eye I recommend These few Directions for the Truth 's sake pen'd Not that you need Direction from my hand But that by you the Victory may stand Against all those who the true light controle Though shining nere so bright in our North-Pole For truth hath many foes and friends but few Yet such it finds and such dear friends are you To you I here submit in equity You shall be Judges 'twixt this Whore and me Against whose Pride I yet have more to say When God and time permit a Judgment day Then will the stout and lofty like this youth Stand all as Mutes before the Throne of truth Learning and Valour Honour and high blood When that day comes will do the Whore no good Yours Veriloquus Dum relego scripsisse juvat quia Plurima Cerno Digna legi Populo principe digna legi THE Postscript INtelligent Readers either Convertible or Converted for your sakes I begun this small Book of Conversion under the Title of a Young Converted Gallant as a new and rare subject and now as