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child_n	wrath_n	zeal_n	zealous_a	57	3	10.2691	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

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