at your pleasure Ahab Then I have sued in vain and you but triâ—le with your Prince consider who demanded it and mourn for your rash refusal Na. Ha 1the King has left me and in such a rage as does presage no less than ruine to poor Naboth yet let the angry Monarch use me as he please I 'll never yield to part with my Inheritance Conclusion In an ill time Naboth denys the King Who grieves till Jezabel does comfort bring And plots the ruine of the Israelite Whâ—'s ston'd to death but what got Ahab by 't 'T is true he has the Vineyard but 's soon slain As is his Son his Wife and all his Train A Dialogue between Jehu and Jezabel The Argument King Joram and King Ahazia slain To Jezreel goes Jehu with his Train Where Jezabel rebukes him but cast down Is slain and by the Horses trampled on Iez Stay haughty Rebel stay thy rapid wheels pollute not Jezreel with thy Bazlick breath A Queen commandeth thee to retire J. O! art thou found in all thy dazling Pomp and Gallantry thou baneful mischief of the world worst of things whose Whoredoms and prodigious Witchcraftâ— have caused Jacobs Seed so long to mourn under the Scourge of Heaven and polluted all the Land with blood of Innocents Iez Ha Inglorious Traytor darest thou this to me am not I still a Queen A Queen whose nodd Whilst Ahabs power remain'd made Princes startle and whose Frowns and Smiles were sure presages of Life or of Death then know your distance and be dumb J. Yes witness the consecrated Priests that fell â— Sacrifice to your revenge Witness the blood of Naboth â—nd the many mischiefs more the wicked Iezabel haâ— done causing not only Ahabs fall but Jorams and unthinking Ahazia's Fates Iez How Is Ioram slain as it was reported by your cruel hand consider well Had Zimri peace who slew his Master no fierce vengeance followeâ—â—lose nor shall the bold aspiring Iehu escape liâ—â— mischief but o're taken by the stratagems of an inraged Queen new Tortures and unheard of Torments shall overthrow his pride and then too late you 'll know the keenest vengeance of a Queen provoked like Ahabs wife Jeh In vain are all your threats your power 's too short to execute your will this moment ends your malice with your life that so the Prophets words may be fullfill'd Slaves who waits there Ha A Troop of Eunuchs Yes yes fit panders for a lustful Queen Come throw your gawdy Mistriss down that so much pride in falling may be made the fluttering sport of Winds Iez Ha ha ha can you imagine Tyrant that those who live but by my Smiles dare use their Queen at such a rate Their Queen on whom their Lives and Fortunes Centre Jeh Dare yes He dies that dare gainsay or once delay what I command Slaves obey or Tortures shall force out your wretched lives He that a moment longer trifles with my pleasure shall not live to see the falling Sun Iez How Slaves stand off unhand me Villains Dare you thus approach your Queen Vile wretches Monsters damn'd ingrateful Monsters Are you turn'd Traytors too Ah Ah I fall whilst all my Pride and Glory is dasht in death O World instable world for ever now adieu Jeh So 't is as I wish'd I knew the fawning slaves durst not refuse compliance There let the Pride and Bane of Israel lie trampled till I take possession of the Kingdom and extinguish Ahabs house Conclusion The wicked Queen with lofty falling's slain Nor weltring in her blood does long remain E're Dogs devour her next her house does feel The dreadful fury of revenging Steel And Baals accursed Priest the Swords devour Whilst Jehu as God bid does use his pow'r A Dialogical Discourse between Isaiah and Hezekiah relating to the fifteen Additional Years The Argument The Syrians by the wastful Angel slain Jerusalem is freed but then again Good Hezekiah sickens and is bid To order all things as a man but dead Yet prayers and tears prevail for whilst he prays God fifteen years does add unto his days Hez HOw set my House in order why must death with his cold hand make Iudah Kingless whilâ—t in Tears the Widdow Nation drowns and the calm Air is tormented with her sighs Isa. 'T is the Decree of him that gave you life and has preserved you to this day by him I am commissioned to relate the doleful message and command you to prepare for immortality Hez Dye O terrible the very thoughts of Death affright me more than the Convulsions of expiring life can pain O! Can it be that he who ruled the chosen Seed whose hand so long has held a golden Scepter and every where received the loud applauses of the glad Plebeans must in the prime of strength and glory have his luster shroâ—ded in a Grave and there be made the sport and food of crawling Worms Isa. Consider Sir that you was born to dye and that stern death claims as his due the lives of Adams Sons as forfeited by our great Parent and subjected to his power nor can the glittering vanities in whom frail men too often put their confidence keep back his shaft a moment when his Commission is to seize their breath therefore let not the King delay to set his house in order Hez O fatal sound but stay good Prophet stay is there no mercy for your King must must his rising Sun so soon endure a black Eclipse his life so soon set in the gloomy Grave O for a longer course of days that I might live if but to tell of all the wonders God has done for wretched me O with what adoration wou'd I bend before the footstool of his mercy-seat would he be but intreated for my life Isa. Vrge it nâ— more Deaths Harbinger I am nor will the ghastly Terror long delay the execution therefore be wise O King and do as I have bid before it be too late before the King of Judah be no more Hez Alas Alas The strong Disease by preying on the vital powers has weakned me to that degree that now I am unfit to take recognisance of worldly things I know not what my Treasures are nor how to call my Fields and Vineyards by their proper names nor can I tell the number of my Servants nor whom I design the Scepter of Ierusalem I have put off too long these matters and now through fear and sickness am quite uncapable of stating 'em but could I live I 'de be no more so negligent Isa. Your hopes of life I fear are vain therefore consider well what I have said and think them not my words but his on whom the breath of life depends and so great King in Tears I take my leave Hez O stay thou sacred Prophet stay if but to close the wretched eyes of an expiring Monarch Hah will not the man of God vouchsafe to see his King put off his Scepter Crown and Robes of Majesty to be
stead shall Bleed A Sacrifice our God has for himself provided so in the dayes to come the Blessed Messia bleeding for lost Man shall purge his Sins and once more render frailâ— Mortality the favorit of Heaven The Conclusion The Ram is by Glad Abraham slain and made A Sacrifice that pleases well his God Which done with Isaack he returns to tell Vnthinking Sarah all that had befell And has his Faith imputed Righteousness Call'd Friend of God the chiâ—f in Faithfullness Now Abraham is already at the foot of the Mountain he commands his Servants away he takes his only Isaack he loads him with the Instruments of his punishment Let us go my dear Child let us go my Son let us go my Isaack my Joy my Hope and my Love Father whither do we go answered Isaack Alas what is your desire I indeed see the Fire and the Sword which you carry as also the Wood on my Shoulders but where is the Victim which must be offered as an Holocaust My Son trouble not your self for God will provide one So Abraham still persists in his fidelity to God he makes ready the Altar he sets the Wood in order he kindles the Fire he draws his Sword out of the Scabbard he takes Isaack into his Arms he placeth him near the pile he tyes his Hands and puts the cover over his forehead in sine this innocent Lamb being on both his Knees his Body half naked and his Head bowed a little forward sighing sweetly without making the least complaint or demanding any more why expected the stroak of Death when his Father as it is very probable began to acquaint him with the secret of his happy lot Isaack my most dear Son thou didst ask me at the foot of the Mountain where was the Victim of our Sacrifice I answered thee that God woulâ— provide one his Paternal Goodness hath done it and his will iâ— that thou must be the Victim and I the Priest it is very true that thou art the object of my sweetest hopes and that I should look on thee as the support of my â—ouse but it is in God we must place our only hope it is he that serves for a Basis and Piller to all fortunes and it is his sage Providence which holds in its hands good and evil favours and disgraces Life and Death Dye then cheerfully my dear Child and rest assured that I would willingly put my self in thy place if God had so ordained I adore his will and I am too happy to serve as an instrument unto his commands As for thee my poor Son I had very constant proofs of thy sweet disposition and if I had not often tryed how obedient and pliable thou art unto Gods will and mine I should endeavour more efficaciously to perswade thee but it would be fruitless and it is from Gods goodness and thy constancy I hope for the Grace of being inabled to offer and immolate thee with my own Hands What can Isaack say to this It is enough for him to assent and be silent I yet frame in my imagination that he besought his Father to give him his Sword that he might kiss it as the rod of the wise Providence of Heaven I believe also he bowed down his Head a little more forward to testifie that his thoughts accorded with his Heart and that his most real affections were ready to be immolated unto God and his Father In the mean while Abraham takes his Sword again into his Hand and having bathed it with his tears he lifts up his arm to discharge his blow upon the Neck of his Son But what will be the issue will not all the Angels of Heaven who look upon this Sacrifice put some Victim in Isaacks place Divine Spirits I call on you for Abraham and Isaack In conclusion as Abraham had already lifted up his Arm and was ready to dart the Thunder-bolt God had put into his Hand the Voice of an Angel cryes out Abraham Abraham I command thee from God not to touch the Child and to pass no farther Ah Lord never was Love like thine And thy Love O God to me Surpasseth that of Abraham to thee The word is out poor Abraham must be gone Must take his Isaack take his only Son The Son of his affections him from whom From whose blest Loins so many Kings must come Even him must Abraham slay Abraham must rise And offer Isaac a Burnt-Sacrifice God scorns the offals of our saint desires He gives the best and he the best requires Abraham forbears to question thinks not good To reason or converse with Flesh and Blood Begs not young Isaack's Life nor goes about T'object the Law of Murther makes no doubt He rises rises early leads his Son Hastes where this Holy slaughter must be done When God bids go that very Breath's a Warrant We must not linger for haste crowns the Errant His Servants must no further they must stay Private Devotions claim a private way They must abide with th' Asses whilst th' aged Sirâ— In one Hand takes the Knife in th' other Fire The sacred Wood of offering must be pil'd On the young shoulders of the innocent Child Oh here mine Eyes must spend a Tear to see Thee bear the Wood great God that since bore thee Mistrustless Isaack seeing the Wood the Fire The sacrificing Knife begins to inquire But where 's the Sacred Lamb that must be slain Resolved Abraham least the Flesh should gain Too much on Nature sayes Not thou my Son Art he But th' Almighty will provide us one Where God commands 't is not enough to effect But we must baulk the occasion of neglect The Faithful Abraham now erects an Altar Orders the Wood what Tongue can chuse but faltes To tell the rest He lays his Hand upon His innocent Isaack binds his only Son He lays him down raiseth his Priestly Knife Vp rears his Arm to take his Isaack's Life True Faith is active coveâ—s to proceed From thought to action and from will to deed Before the strengthened stroke had time to fall A sudden voice from Heaven cryes hold recall Thy threatning Arm and sheath thy Holy Knife Thy Faith hath answered for thy Isaack's Life Touch not the Child thy Faith is throughly shown That has not spared thine own thine only Son How easie is our God and Labour who Counts it as done what we have will to do CHAP. XIX Giveing an Account of the Death of Sara THe most smiling prosperities often swim amidst Tears the clearest and most serene dayes are followed sometimes by the most obscurest dusky Nights Bodies for Companions have their own shadows Roses are mixed with Thorns and even the Life of Man never ends but in Death To see Abraham Sara and Isaack after their deliverance and the tryals God had of their fidelity would not one have believed them almost immortall and exempted from all the miseries of Life And yet scarce were they returned to their own home but
it is good to enjoy the company of the Godly while they are living so it is not amiss if it will stand with convenience to be buried with them after death The old Prophets bones escaped a burâ—ing by being buried with the other Prophets and the Man who was tumbled into the grave of Elisha was revived by the virtue of his Bones And we read in the Acts and Monuments That the body of Peter Martyr's wife was buried in a dunghil but afterwards being taken up in the Reign of Q. Elizabeth it was honourably buried in Oxford in the Grave of one Frideswick a Popish-the-Saint to this end that if Popery which God forbid should over-spread our Kingdom again and if the Papists should go about to untomb Peter Martyrs Wifes Bones they should be puzzled to distinguish betwixt the Womans body and the Reliques of that their Saint so good it is sometimes to be buried with those who some do account pious though perchance in very deed they be not so The Lord do so to me and more also To ascertain Naomi of the seriousness of her intentions herein Ruth backs what formerly she had said with an Oath lined with an execration If ought but Death See here the large extent of a Saints love it lasts till Death and no wonder for it is not founded upon Honour Beauty Wealth or any other sinister respect in the party beloved which is subject to Age or Mutability but only on the Grace and Piety in him which Foundation because it alwayes lasteth the love which is built upon it is also perpetual Part thee and me Death is that which parteth one Friend from another Then the dear Father must part with his dutiful Child then the dutiful Child must forget his dear Father then the kind Husband must leave his constant Wife then the constant Wife must losâ— her kind Husband then the careful Master must be sundred from his industrious Servant then the industrious Servant must be sundred from his careful Master Yet this may be some comfort to those whose Friends death hath taken away that as our Saviour said to his Disciples Yet a little while and â—ou shall not see me and yet a little while and you shall see me again So yet a little while and we shall noâ— see our Friends and yet a little while and we shall see them again in the Kingdom of Heaven for nâ—â— miâ—â—umur sed prâ—mittumur we do not foregoe them but they go before us A Dialogue between Naomi and Ruth Argument Kind Ruth her Husband dead to Naomi Dâ—'s cleave resolving so to live and dy In all adversity she makes a Vow To follow her and her kind Aid allow To prop her Aged years when kindly she Accepts of her dear Daughters company Naomi SEe'st thou not that Orpah thy Sister has left me and is again returned to her People why should'st thou then remain since Heaven's Eternal King has taken to himself Chilion the dear Pledge of your tender Love there live happy since all hopes are vanished that from my aged Womb more Sons should spring Ruth Have I not lived with you these many years even when wall-breaking Famine bared the sun-burnt Fields and Men as well as Beasts by thousands fell to fat the Bosom of our Common Mother Naomi 'T is true you have but then Heavens plenteous hand showred blessings on me then my Husband and my careful Sons drew breath But now Ruth Now why Can you once imagine that want can cause my love to wast no for your own and my dead Chilions sake I 'll love you still and render you â—he Duty that becomes a Daughter in Law Naomi Thy tender years can never undergo the â—ardship that poor wandring Naâ—mi may meet with 〈◊〉 she can be setled in the place where first she â—rew her Breath therefore consider and whilst â—ou are in Moabs borders think of the plenty that â—bounds in your own indulgent Mothers Womb. Ruth I have already cast the business in my Mind and am resolved that Winters chilling Storms nor Summers scorching beat attended with the sharp Contests of poverty and pining want shall never part us Death it self in all his dismal shapes is not of force to shake my fixed determination Naomi You yet are young and have not strugled with Misfortunes nor contended with the world and therefore know not of what force they are consider how belated Naomi in her long Journey must be often forced to make the Ground her Bed and underneath some spreading Tree lie stretched Exposed to all the injuries of weather whilst soft sleep flys from her careful Breast and she with sighs and groans is forced to wound the murmuring Air. Ruth If upon some bleak Mountains top whose covering is Snow and Globes of Solid Ice where Winters lasting Tyranny still Reigns you should be forced 〈◊〉 make your Bed I 'de there repose This Arm should be your Pillow whilst your Daughter your obedieâ—â— Ruth froze to your side Naomi Could you do this Yet think again and well consider that old Age comes fast on me and I shall soon be summoned to the Grave where you being left a stranger in the Land of Israel and far from your Relations meet with much contempt and scorn from the proud Daughters of the Land Then will be the time of your repentance theâ— you 'll blame that ill starr'd day you left your Country and your Friends for the sad company of wretched Naomi Ruth Let that not trouble my dear Adopted Mother for when unfâ—iendly Death with his cold Icy hand shall grasp your Life I 'll mourn much like a Widdow Turtle till in floods of swelling Grief I 'm wasted to Eternity and then our bodies shall not be disjoyned but in 〈◊〉 Grave we 'll lie till our returning Souls shall wake 〈◊〉 drowsie courses and hand in hand we take our way to Heaven Naomi Can there be such constant Faith in Woman O thou glory of our Sex let me embrace thee Thus whilst my poor heart o'reflows with Joy O thou dear recompence of all my toils who makest amends forHusband and for Sons loss may Heavens Favours shour upon your Head and you be blessed in all you undertake Ruth Your kind Expressions are too large a retribution for what I have resolved but see the Morning Dawn salutes the World let 's lose no time but strait begin our Iourney to the wish'd Bethlehem of Juda. Naomi Be it as you have said my only Comfort and blest Solace of my age Conclusion Thus setting forth they unto Bethlehem came Where Naomi desired to change her Name As griev'd at her great loss but in the end Rich Boaz weds Ruth and soon becomes her Friend Ruth Soon grows fruitful and from her does spring The Lineal Rank good David Israels King Dagons Fall before the Ark. The Sins of Israel growing great Gods rage Was bent against his Chosen Heritage Old Ely's Sons polluting holy things And with vile Haâ—ds disdain the
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sorry Cold abode And then they ply from the Eaves unto the Ground With Mud-mixt Reed to wall their Mansion round All save a hole to the East-ward situate Where strait they clapt a Hurdle for a Gate Instead of Hinges banged on a With Which with a slight both Shuts and Openeth 5. Their first Invention of Fire Yet Fire they lackâ— But lo the Woods that whistle Amidst the Groves so oft the Lawrel justle Against that Mulberry that their angry Claps Do kindle Fire that burns the Heath bour Cops When Adam saw a râ—ddy vapor rise In glowring Streams as turnd with fear he slies It follows him untill a naked Plain The greedy fury of the flame restrain Then back he turns and coming somewhat nigher The kindled Shrubs pâ—rceiving that the fire Driâ—s his dark Cloathes his Colour doth refresh Anâ— un-benums his Sinâ—ws and his Flesh By th' unburnt end a good big brand he takes And hying home a fire he quickly makes And still maintains it till the Starry Twins Celestial breath another Fire begins But Winter being come again it grieved him T' have lost so fondly what Relieved him Trying a thousand wayes sitâ— now no more Thâ— justling Trees his damage would restore While else where musing one day he sate down Vpon a steep Rock craggy-forked crown A foaming Beast come towards him he spies Within whose Head stood burning Coals for Eyes Then suddenly with boisterous Arms he throws A knobby Flint that hummeth as he goes Hence flies the Beast th' ill-aimed flint shaft grownding Against the Rock and on it oft rebounding Shivers to Cinders whence there issued Small sparks of fire no sooner born then dead This happy chance made Adam leap for Glee And quickly calling his cold Company In his left hand a sâ—ining Flint he lâ—cks Which with another in his right he knocks So up and down that from the coldest stone At every stroke small lively Sparkles Shone Then with the dry Leaves of a withered Bay The which together handsomely they lay They â—ake the falling fire which like a Sun Shines clear and smok-less in the Leaf begun 6. Eves Mouth at first serves in stead of a pair of Bellous Eve Kneeling down with hand her head sustaining And on the low ground with her Elbow leaning Blows with her Mouth and with her gentle blowing Stirs up the heat that from the dry Leaves glowing Kindles the Read and then that hollow Kex First fires the small and they the greater Sticks CHAP. V. â—herein you have an account of the Disasters and Banishment of Adam and Eve out of Paradice with a supposed Dialogue between Adam and Eve and likewise between Eve and the Serpent Gen. 3. The Woman 's tempted by the Serpents whiles To eat the Fruit she strait the Man beguiles A Cherub chaseth them with Sword and Fire Out of fair Edens Garden in great Ire ADam and Eve are happy but how long will this happiness endure Doth Adam rememâ—er that he is a Man and a Man of Earth Doth Eve well understand that her Sex is moâ—e Light â—ore frail and less constant Adam art thou Ignoâ—ant that nothing is more flattering and more cunâ—ing than a Woman when her mind is excited by â—ome passion Beware then Adam of this Woman â—or my own part I imagine to have in a manner seen her â—ehind a Tree and to my thinking I have heard her â—â—eak something unto a Serpâ—nt The Serpent if I mistake not first beginning to â—ialogue with her after the following manner viz. â—erp Not eat Not tast Not touch Not cast an Eye Upon the Fruit of this fair Tree And why Why eatest thou not what Heaven ordained for Food Or can'st thoâ— think that bad which Heav'd call'd Go od Why was it made if not to be enjoy'd Neglect of Favours makes a Favour void Blessings unus'd pervert unto a Wast As well as Surfeits Woman do but tast See how the Laden Boughs make silent suit To be enjoy'd Look how the bending Fruit Meet thee half way Observe but how they crouch To kiss thy Hand Coy Woman Do but touch Mark what a pure Vermilion blush has di'd Their swelling cheeks and how for shame they hide Their Palsie Heads to see themselves stand by Neglected Woman do but casâ— an Eye What bounteous Heav'n ordained for use refuse not Come pull and Eat Y' abuse the thing ye use not Eve Wisest of Beast our Great Creater did Reserve this Tree and this alone forbid The rest are freely ours which doubtless are As pleasing to the Tast to the Eye as fair But touching this his strict Commands are such 'T is Death to Tast no less then Death to Touch. Serp. Pish Death 's a Fable Did not Heav'n inspire Your equall Elements with Living Fire Blown from the spring of Life Is not that breath Immortall Come ye are as free from Death As he that made you Can the flames Expire Which he has kindled Can ye quench his Fire Did not the Great Creatours voice proclaim What ere he made from the blew Spangled frame To the poor Leas that trembles very good Blest he not both the Feeder and the Food Tell Tell me then what danger can Accrue From such blest Fruit to such half Gods as you Curb needless fears and let no fond Conceit Abuse your freedom Woman take and Eate Eve 'T is true we are immortal Death is yet Vnborn untill Rebellion make it debt Indeed I know the Fruit is good untill Presumptuous disobedience make it ill The Lips that open to this Fruit's a Portall To let in Death and make immortall mortâ—ll Serp. You cannot die Come Woman tast and fear not Eve Shall Eve transgress I dare not O I dare not Serp. A fraid Why draw'st thou back thy tim'rous Arme Harm only faâ—ls on such as fear a Harm Heav'n knows and fears the virtue of this Tree 'T will make ye perfect Gods as well as hee Stâ—eâ—ch sorth thy Hand and let thy fondness never Fear Death Do Pull and Eat and Live for ever Eve 'T is but an Apple and it is as good To do as to desire Fruit's made for Food â—le pull and tast and tâ—mpâ— my Adam too To know the Secrets oâ— this dainty Serp. Do. EPIGRAM Vnluckey Parliament Wherein at lâ—st Both Houses are agree'd and firmly pâ—st An Act of Death confirm'd by higher powers O hâ—d it had but such Success as ours And now Eve being thus seduc't by the Serpent we may suppose Adam Advancing up to her bespeaking her after the following manner viz. Adam From whence dost thoâ— come anâ— why doest thou leave him all alone who is the heart of thy heart and the soul of thy soul Where can be the Members without the Head the Head without the Members What doest thou not know that I am to be witâ—ess of all thy Actions and that I must give an account unto God for what thou shalt doe what fruit is this that thou hold'st in thy hand Eve Ah my Son
my Friend my dear Husband would you did but know what hath happened since I was absent from you Not far from hence I met a Serpent of a Prodigious and extraordinary shape he also spake to me contrary to the use of Beasts For my part I did believe that he was a Prodigy of Heaven and an Angel which God sent me under the form of a Serpent He shewed me the Tree of Life and promised me that if I would Eat of is's Fruit I should become like unto God and have a perfect knowledge of Good and Evil I told him that God had forbid it us upon pain of death but he protested to me that on the contrary this fruit hath the Iuice of Life and Immortality For my part I have gather'd it I have eaten of it and I intreat you to tast as little of it as you please O God! how eloquent is the malice of a Woman and what powerfull charmes and perswasions hath she Her Lips and Mouth disâ—ill at once both Honny and Poyson her Tongue shoots forth Arrows of Death and Life her very looks are so many Lightnings which she mingleth with the darts of her Passions This is that which destroyed the Angel of the Terrestial Paradise the Monarch of the World and the Father of all Mankind He chose rather to disobey God than contradict his Wife For it was from his own Wife's hand he took this fatall Apple which would choak his Posterity O wretch What hast thou done Open a little thine Eyes and blush râ—ther at the sight of this Crime than at thy Nakedness Adam what hast thou done why doest thou hide thy 〈◊〉 Adam where art thou God calls thee thou must Answer thou must appear in vain is it to seek out â—hades and groves to oppose the Word who gives â—peech to the Dumb and those Eyes whose least glances make the day to break in the darkest Dungeons and greatest obscurities Adam what answerest thou Alas hast thou no pitty on thy self and all thy Children In conâ—lusion Adam layes the fault on his Wife the Woman accuseth the Serpent and instead of accusing themselves to sweeten the indignation of the Judge they make excuses to inkindle his Wrath and to render themselves unworthy of Pardon Ah! How far more prudently had both of them done if with bended Knees on the ground with tears in their Eyes with sighs from their Hearts and conâ—ession from their Mouths they had said unto God Lord take pitty on us and upon all our poor Children But alas they are wholy insensible they â—annâ—t acknowledge their offence wherefore no Clemency no Pardon Go then Serpâ—nt accursed of God go creep upon â—he â—arth and with shame trayl thy Body and thy Sâ—ales byting the Earth with thy Teeth It is thou â—hat hast unâ—appily seâ—uced the first of Woman-kind â—nd therefore War shall be eternally inkindled beâ—ween thee and the Woman As for thee O Woâ—an who wert the Origine and â—â—urce of Evil know that thy mâ—series shall dayly find â—â—plorable increâ—ses Moâ—â—over thou shalt conceive with â—â—in and shalt not 〈◊〉 forth thâ— Fruit but amidst the â—hrows of a painful Labour In fine thou shall be unâ—er the Command of Man And he shall be not only â—hy Master 〈◊〉 sometiâ—es thy Tyrant As for thâ—â— O Man Remove far from this Saâ—red aboad Go seek thy Bread at the price of thy â—weat and Blood go follow the Plow and Cart to â—e the Companion of Beasts and to cultivate the Earth which thy pride hath swollen up with Winds and covered with Thorns Brambles and Bryers Go whether thou pleasest but know that thy life shall be but a large course of misfortunes and a disastrous list where thou must continually wrastle with all Creatures and be the fatall mark of all sorts of accidents and mis-haps which in fâ—ne will give thee no repose till thou shalt return into the Bosom of the Earth For dust thou art and to Dust thou shalt return Gen. 3. Poor banisht Adam plows with sweat and pain The barren Earth and there in soweth Grain Eve fares as ill her Children she doth bear In grievous pain anâ— nurses them in fear Scarce were these destroying Thunder-bolts darted upon the head of Adam and Eve and consequently on all Mankind but an Angel invironed with Fire and Flames seized on the gate of Paradise and shut it for ever against these miserable and exiled Persons Alas why would not the Earth have rather swallowed them up And why would not that beautiful Garden which had been the Throne of their Innocence become at least the Sepulcher of their Sin But seeing it was not so Ah! Poor Children of Adam pittyful Reliques of an unfortunate Father let me addresse my self to you behold then your Patrimony the Rights of your Families and what Adam and Eve have left you for Legacies Let no Man hereafter be astonisht to see you wandring about Countries like Pilgrims and going from door to door in Cities with Tears in your Eyes sighs in your Hearts with dusty Hair and Sun-burnt Faces Let no Man â—e any more astonished to see you go bare-Headed and bare-Footed a Wallet on your Shoâ—lders and a Staff in your Hand for these are the portions of Sin Miserable Mortals the Earth from henceforth shall be to you but a Dark Prison Life but a Gally and the World but a great Chain of Misfortunes The Elements shall joyn in Arms against you The Fire shall inkindle frightfull Comets over your Heads The Air shall dart forth merciless Thunder-bolts upon your Houses The Sea shall raise its Billows against your Towers and the Earth shall be the Theater of Wars the Meadow in which the Plague shall Mow and the Field of Battail where all the powers of the World and Hell it self shall deliver you up to Tragick Combats In fine your Bodies shall be Subject to all sorts of Malaâ—ies and your minds to all kinds of Passions But Heark Heark Methinks now I hear already Eâ—vy grumbling and murmuring in the Heart of Cain I hear methinks the cry of Abel Let us therâ—fore observe a while what passeth CHAP. VI. The Murther of Abel and the Despair of Cain together with a supposed Dialogue between Conscience Tyrant Sin Cain and Abel Gen. 4. Cain and Abel after Sacrifice God accepts Abels Cain's be doth despise Cain inraged his Brother Abel slayes For which God Scourgeth Cain all his dayes ABEL was from his Birth of so sweet and facile so plyant and tractable a disposition a Aâ—am and Eve were even inforced to bestow on him their most tender affections Cain on the contrary who was his Elder Brother appeared to be of sâ— fierce and imperious a Nature that at length tâ— sweeten it they resolved to oblige him to cultivatâ— the Earth that his spirit might learn how to softeâ— the hardest of Elemens and to temper the harshnesâ— of his Courage Abel at the same time employed himself in keeping Sheep and guiding his Fathers Floâ—ks amidst
Gray Hairs with sorrow to the Grave God Well said God I know thou lovest him but must not you love me better Offer up this Son this only Son Isaack whom thou lovest Abraham But Lord though thou art righteous when I plead with thee yet let me talk with thee of thy Iudgmâ—â—ts what wiâ—l the wicked say wâ—en they shall hear â—hat thou delightest in Blood and that thy Servants must offer their Children to the Lord who will serve thee at â—his rate God Well but saith God is not all the Earth mine own and may not I do with mine own what I please I that give may take and therefore mind not you what the World will say but what I say and I say offer thy Son Abraham But Lord hast thou not commanded me to do â—o Murther and must I now embrue my Hands in Blood â—nd in mine own Blood too Oh happâ— me might my Blood â—o for his Oh! Isaack Isaack my Son Isaack my â—on my Son would to Goâ— I might die for thee Oh! â—saack my Son my Son Lord how can this stand with â—he Law that thou hast given me God Abraham saith God such things are not first â—â—st and then willed by me but willed by me and â—â—erefore just Aâ—raham Do not you know that I â—an repeal or make exceptions 'T is I that say it â—hâ—refore do it Who is this that darkâ—neth counsel â—y words without knowledge Gird up now thy â—oins like a Man sâ—ite him kill him Have not I â—ommanded thee be couragious and a Son of vaâ—our Go offer thy Son Abraham But gooâ— Lord thou hast made this exâ—â—ption when thou diâ—st shew Man what was good and â—â—asing in thine Eyes thou woulâ—st not â—haâ— he shoulâ—â—ive his first-born for his Transgression â—or the fruit of â—is Body for the sin of his Soul but to do justly anâ— to â—â—ve Mercy and to walk humblâ— with his God To â—bey thou saâ—st it is better than Sacrifice and to â—earken than the sat of Lambs God Well then saith God hearken anâ— oâ—ey â—â—is is to do Justice this is oh wonder to shew Merâ—â— this is to walk humbly with thy God A braham Seeing I have taken upon me to speak unto 〈◊〉 Lord I will yet say Lord he is the Son of the Proâ—ise in whom thou hast said that all the Nations of the Earth shall be blessed Now Lord if he die anâ— die a Child without Children where is then the blessedâ—ness thou speakest of what will become of the Blessing God Well Abraham saith God perform what â— command and I will perform what I promise what will Abraham who was once not weak in Faith anâ— considered not his own Body nor Sara's when twicâ— dead who staggered not through unbelief at mâ— Promise but was strong in Faith and gave me Gloâ—ry wâ—o was fully perswaded that what I promiseâ— I was able to perform anâ— was not disappointed oâ— his Hope though against Hope Will this Abrahaâ— now call me in question Hast thou known my Nameâ—punc and wilt thou not trust in me Am not I the Lorâ— which change not Have I said it is and shall it noâ— come to pass Is there any thing too hard for God Am not I able even of Stones to raise up Children unto Abraham Cannot I say to dry Bones Live thoâ— hast received him from the Dead in a Figure anâ— were Isaack in the Grave could not I who am the Resurrection from the Dead say Isaack come forth arise and walk that thy Father may receive thâ—â— with double joy saying Isaack my Son who waâ— dead yea who was twice dead is now alive Thereâ—fore Abraham offer thy Son Abraham My dear Lord seeing I who am but Duâ—â— and Ashes have taken upon me to speak unto thee Oâ— let not my Lord be angry if I speak once more If I maâ— not prevail oh that I might prevail to save Isaack â—â—live yet let me intreat thâ—â— that I may not be the Priesâ— let not mine hand be upon him Can I see the death 〈◊〉 the Child Good Lord let somâ— other do it Surely â— cannot lifâ— up my Hand or if I do shall I not wish 〈◊〉 may wither or be turned into a stone Will not thesâ— Eyes run down with Rivers of Tears Ah Lord I caâ— speak no more my hâ—art will break my hand will shâ—kâ— send by whom thou wilt send but let not me Oh let 〈◊〉 mâ— go God Yes Abraham thou take him thou and go thou and offer him thou none but thou Abraham Ah Lord Yet once more but this once more and I have done I am old and full of dayes past Travail spare me a little let me not go so far as the Land of Moria let it if it must be done be done at home God No Abraham Take now thy Son thine onâ—y Son Isaack whom thou lovest get thee into the Land of Moria and offer him there no where but there He is then all alone upon the way with his Son â—nd his two Servants and he advanceth directly to Mount Moria as to the appointed place My dear Reader I leave unto thy imagination what paâ—â—ed for the space of three dayes this journey â—â—sted repreâ—ent unto thy self I beseech thee â—hat thou art with him whom thou dost love above â—ll men thou seest him thou speakest to him thou â—rinkest to him and sleepest with him how will it â—e if at thy departure thou must see him die And â—f thou thy self must present him the Poyson which 〈◊〉 to stifle him Husbands and Wives Fathers and Mâ—thers Brothers Kindred A â—ociats Friends what Torments What despairs What punishâ—ents When you stand at the Beds Feet where â—ou shall behold your dearest affections and your â—ost pleasing delights in the Agony of Death what combats and what Duels â—f Love and Grief What strength and â—esolutions to receive the last worâ—s and â—â—ghs of a dying Mouth to whiâ—h a thouâ—â—nd and a thousand chast kisses have been given â—â—d whose least breath was able to wipe awâ—y all â—orts of sorrows What Prodigy of constancy to â—ose with your Hands two Eyes which served as 〈◊〉 in the saddest obscurities of Life which is but â—o much intermingled with mourning and pleasure In fine how can we see with out dying anâ— other self at the point of death Nevertheless this was but thâ— image of a dying life which Abrahaâ— led for the space of three dayes onâ— would swear that God had undertaken to make him dye ten thousand times upon thiâ— sad way every glance of Isaack was a mortal Javeâ—lin which pierced his Heart and yet he must havâ— him three times four anâ—â—wenty hours before hiâ— Eyes there was a necessity of eating drinking and speaking with him were not these entertainments and Feast of Death He was constraine during the night to lay on his Breast and in his Boâ—som that Head he was to cut off with his owâ— Hands was not this a murthering sleep and a crueâ— repose In sine he
must render all the duties of â— Father to so amiable a Son before he was to be hiâ— Executioner and he must needs hear almost everâ— moment the voice of Isaack calling him Father whâ— went to mâ—rther him My God! What Preludes of death What preparâ—â—tion to a Martyrdom what Dialogue of Passions Whâ—â— affections what dissimulations what sorrows whâ—â— pleasures what hopes and what despairs A Fatâ—eâ— a Son a Priest a Victim Wood Fire a Sworâ— Iâ—aacks Eyes and Heart are fixed on his Father aâ—â— Abraham lost not the sight of Isaack but to behold bâ— God At every step this poor old Man sends a sigh 〈◊〉 Heaven to evaporate grief which being shut up redoâ—â—blâ—s the morâ— Surely my Heart even bleeds upon the baâ—â— thought of this pittifull object Alas How couâ—â— Abâ—aham look on the criminal Sword which was 〈◊〉 give the stroâ—k Where did he carry this â—nstrâ—â—ment of Gods Justiâ—e Me thinks I hear Isaack every step saying My Father and Abrahâ—â— aâ—â—swering Son take courage let us go my deâ—â— Child we draw near to Moria O God! what vision and what approaches Mountain of Moria hast thou no compassion will not thy Tops thy Rocks and thy Stones mollifie rigours at the fight of â—o tragick an act and which â—eems so unnaturall Mountain of Moria become thou a plain rather than put this poor old Man and this young Child to the trouble of ascending thy Top where they are going to erect an Altar and hew a Tomb. But what Nature cannot be sensible when her God deprives her of feeling and Moria must not have greater tenderneâ—â—es than the Heart of Abraham Let Abraham then perform resolutely the Office of God the Father and lâ—t not Isaack be ashamed with his own Blood to mark out the way unto Iesus of whom he was an Image and Figure Let Abraham take his Sword to strike off Isaacks Head and let Isaack take the Wood on his Shoulders which was provided to consume him A Dialogue between Abraham and Isaack The Argument Abraham long strugling with himself at lâ—st His bound dear Isaack on the Altar plac'd Acquaints him with Gods pleasure nor denies The Lad to be a williâ—â— Sacrifice But the dreaâ— stroak is by an Angel stai'd When in his stead a Rain's an Offering made Abraham In Isaack must my Seed be called and yet here must he die strange thoughts perplex me yet I must oâ—ey the will of him that gave me Being and with relenâ—less hand destroy the Son of my desire but God will have it so and 't is not â—or â—rail man to dispute his great Commands Isaack What means my Father by thus talking to himself O how his Countenance dos often change What cause can cause this mighty strugling in the Breast of Abraham Father dear Father speak say what 's the reason of this suddain Alteration Where is the Sacrifice You told me God would provide himself is it through disappointment that you grieve Nay Sir why turn you from me as displeased with him you often call'd your joy with him you use to dandle on your Lap and seem well pleased delighting in his Innocent discourse smiling at the pritty pastime and informing him that Kings and Princes should arise in his posâ—â—rity Abra. O me What shall I do Heav'ns high command on one hand urgesâ— and on the other Nature pleads telling me Isaack is my Son my unoffending Child mâ— Ages Sole delight in whom alone I promised my self such store of true felicitie Isaack Nay Father Father speak to me and tell me what 't is gâ—ieves you thus What makes these Winter Clouds sit on your Brow Why that Mâ—p of Sorrow in your Face Abra. O my Child it is a dreadfull cause thou the Sole comfort of my Age must here be made a Sacrifice my dear dear much loved Isaack must become the sport of Crackling Flames and have his Ashes scattered in the Wâ—nâ— Isaack How must I die O me what have I done Tell me tell me dear Father have I conspired your Death betrayed you to your Enemies or with vile Slander spotted your Immortal Fame Will you not speak Why do's my Father thus severely turn away his Eyes and with a fatall Knife threaten the Life of his poor helpless Son O tell me tell me but my Crime that I may die contented Abra. Alas there is no Crime in thee my Son 'T is Gods command that urges what I here intend the Great â—mmense Creator of the World desires thee as a sweet â—melling Savour to his Nostrils that he free thee from â—he miseries to come and take thee to himself Isaack And is it Gods decree that I must bleed Then welcome Death O Father fear not then to â—ake my Life contentedly I 'll Bleed to be with him â—hat gave me being Abra. O wretched Father that I am I now must do a deed at which the World will blush and all those â—remble who see no farther than â—rail Natures Eyes â—ermit but as for me the Eye of Faith gives me a prospect of much Glory in 't and that Gods promise that in Isaack shall my Seed be called will never fail for though my Son expire now by my Hand yet God can â—aise him soon to Life again and Recollect his scatter'd dust though driven into eâ—ery Wind. Isaack Why does great Abraham pause thus Strike Strike my Father see my willing Throat 's prepared to meet the stroak Heavens Anger will kindle at this cold delay and Burn like a Consuming â—ire Abra. O Man me Faith whilst thus with averted Eyes I strike the fatall stroak that penetrates my heart mean while that wretched Isaack Bleeds and wounds my Soul more deep than this dâ—structive Steel câ—n pierce Yet God the mighty God of Abraham must must be statisfied in Isaacks death and thus I prove my Faith Ah! why faulters my trembling hand What whirlwind's this that thus disturbs the Air What Cloud involving dazling brightness is it that descends What power invisible restrains me from pâ—rforming that which Heavens all glorious King Commands Angel Abraham Abraham Abra. How 's this A voice in Thunder too O dreadfull what amazment seizes me and yet I 'll Answer it Lord here am I thy Trembling Servant speaks Angel Abraham Abraham lay not thy Hand upon the Lad neither do thou any thing unto him for now I know that thou fearest God seeing thou hast not withheld thy only Son from him Abra. O Wonderfull O Goodness all Divine God mighty infinite Omnipotent and ever with sincerâ—st hearts to be Adored How How shall I express my self in praising as I ought a Majesty Tremendious that still beams his Loving Kindness on unworthy me See see my Son thy Life is safe Heaven will not let thee die Isaack Heaven's will be done If the Allmighty the All-glorious King command my â—reath without a murmur I 'll resign what his Bounty lent me to Improve for him Abra. 'T is well resolved my Son but see a Sacrifice prepared who in thy
had been given him and the artifices he had used to bring them to a Head and to understand whether it were the will of God that Rebecca should be Isaacks Wife Eliezer could not doubt it and Rebecca but too much testified by her silence that her desires consented thereunto Bathuel and Laban were also of this opinion and therefore they were to dispose themselves to the commands of God The promise then of Marriage being given on both sides Eliezer made presents to Rebecca and her Brethren after this there was nothing but Feasts and adieus to the Kindred of this new promise briefly some Dayes must be spent in rendring those duties which Honour and Nature required At last Rebecca took leave of her Mother and Brethren she with Eliezer and his Servants got up upon Camels and they advanced with the best diligence they could to arrive at Aâ—rahams House Isaack who was allwayes in expeâ—tation first received the news of Rebecca's arrival I leave to your thoughts what Ioy what Kisses and what Embraces However it were Rebecca is brought into the same apartment which Sara had wâ—ile she lived and immediately the Marriage of Isaack with Rebecca was accomplished according to the Ordinances of Heaven and the desires of Abraham who after this Marriage took a Wife called Ketura by whom he had six Children who served to carry their Fathers Name and Blood through numerous Generations But here by the way we may suppose Isaack to Salute Rebecca upon her first Arrival after the following manner viz. A Dialogue between Isaack and Rebecca upon their first meeting Isaack Welcome welcome to my happy Arms so made by this Embrace my joy my life my love my better part how Gracious is the God of Abraham in sending Isaack such a treasure Rebecca Alas my Lord you make me blush to see you transported at this rate for one not worthy of Great Abrahams Son some Queen with Kingdoms to her dowâ— had been more suitable than I. Isa. Not all the Queens the Eastern Countries yield cou'd have been half so welcome to my Arms as my dear joy my much loved and much admired Rebecca O thou Phaenix of the World let not so mean a thought enter thy Breast as to conceive thine Isaack can esteâ—m the Glittering honours black Ambition brings or all the Glories that attend on pompeous Majesty comparable to the warm joys of Love that fire his Heart when his Rebecca smiles Reb. Alas Alas I blush to death if you proceed at this rate all I can afford you indeed is Love and that shall ne're be wanting my Arms shall still be open to receive you and my Brest sâ—are your Cares to do your will next his that made us shall be the height of my Endeavours never dareing to dispute what you my Lord Command Isa. This Humility makes thee more lovely in my Eye than beauteous Morn or Earth when decked with her ImbroideredLivery Innameld with ten-thousand different Fragrancys Reb. O you value me at too high a rate and I must make it the future business of my self to deserve such an Esteem Isa. Esteem Why words can ne're express the boundless love my Soul conceives thy Name was pleasant and transporting to my Ravished Ear e're I beheld thy pleasant Face adorned with so much dazling brightness that I scarce conceive my self on Earth So soft so kind so charming and so beauteous a Treasure Sceptered Monarchs would be proud to gain and count themselves in the possessions happyer than to command the Knees of supple Nations when their wastfull Sword had brought the World into subjection Reb. O you overvalue me at such a rate that you 'l make me more indebted to your tender Love than all the Service of my life can pay Isa. My Tongue cannot express thy worth nor tell the Limmits of my Love No more then but le ts to our Bridal Chamber that my Actions may supply my Tongues defect and there transported on thy dear Bosome in soft Murmurs breath my passion forth till thy bless'd Womb grows pregnant with the Issue of our Loves and thou become the soft kind Mother of a hundred Princes Reb. My Lord I 'm all obedience what your will 's my Law as now intirely yours to be disposed of at your pleasure Isa. Then thus we go a Heaven united pair To Reap the joys that past expressions are From our chast Loves let all a pattern take Which must the Sons of Men thrice happy make And be a means to lift their Soulâ— above The World where all is Joy and sacred Love But to proceed amongst all the Children of Abraham Isaack is the Master of the House and Heir to all the possessions of Abraham I leave men to think as they please in what Ocean of delights Abrahams Heart did Swim seeing all the Graces wherewith God had filled him I am astonished why he dyed not a thousand times for Joy at the sight of Isaack and his dear Wife who had no affections but for God for him and for the generall good of his family But Abraham must render unto Nature the ordinary tribute due unto her This happy old Man this Father of all the faithfull this King of Nations this incompareable Patriark having lived like a Pilgrim upon Earth was obliged at lâ—st to arrive at the Haven and to die in the Arms of Isaack and Ishmael who buried him in the saâ—e place where his Wife was intered When Natures health in Abraham was spent Death doth distraine his Life for Adams rent His Sons do leave their Fathers Corps in Grave Vnder an Oak where stands a double Cave CHAP. XXI Giveing an account of the Birth of Jacob and Esau. AT the earnest request of Isaack Heaven was obliged to grant that at last which a long time before God had promised him and in conclusion therefore behold Rebecca great with Child and ready to lye down But as the pleasures of the World are not durable so she quickly feels the approaches of her labour They are no other than pains and throws and her Womb seemed to be a thick Cloud of Thunders and a Field of Battle in which two little Children begin an intestine War against each other which cannot end but by the Destruction of the Mother or the death of her Children However it were she consulted God and God answered her that she bore too Nations in her Womb and that two People should issue forth of her Bowels one of which should Triumph over the other and the Elder be slave unto the Younger And Iacob though the Younger supplanted Esau who was his Elder Brother For this reason Iacob received his name for as his Elder Brother was stiled Esau because his whole Body was covered with rough Hair so Iacob was called Iacob because at the issuing sorth of his Mothers Womb he hâ—ld Esau by the soal of his Foot to testify that he would supplant him Is not this an early beginning to War with each other since
in their Mothers Womb they began the intestine Duel But what ever happens Iacob shall be vanquisher for Heaven is on his side and the supplanting of Esau shall rather proceed from the Hand of God than that of Iacob But alas What strife What Victory What â—riumphs When the Crowns we gain are but Roses staind with Blood and Lawrels which wither in a moment and transform themselves into eterâ—all Thorns It is not for this prize Iacob sought in his Mothers Womb but he assaults and supplants Esau for the purchase of Immortal Crowns CHAP. XXII Giveing an account of the Education of Esau and Jacob and the shamefull sale he made of hâ—s Birth-right Gen. 25. The twin-born Brothers are of different minds Jacob loves Cattel Esau pleasure finâ—s In hunting whence returning home be doth Sell his Birth-right to Jacob for Red-â—roath WE need not be over much versed in Physiogâ—omy to foâ—â—tâ—ll what Esau would prove for in hiâ— Birth he gave so many evident â—â—gns as we cannot be ignorant of his future inclinations His Body Hairy like a Bear could not be animated but by the Soul of a Beast Iacob on the contrary had only the qualities of a Dove and his Heart had less Gall than a Lamb. He went scarce ever out of the House and shewed so much simplicity sweetness and moderation as but to see him a Man was constrained to love him Notwithstanding Isaack had more violent inclinations towards his Eldest Son And this Love was only grounded upon Esau's constant custome in bringing him every Day some piece of Venison However it were the Liberty Isaack gave to Esau of running all the day long through Woods and Forrests was the occasion which brought him to his first misfortune For this poor Chaser comming one day weary and Hungry from hunting and meeting with Iacob who had câ—used some Pulse to be sod he intreated him to give him a share of it to which Iacob willingly agreeded upon Condition he would yield up to him his right of Primogeniture Alas â— dye for very huâ—â—er answâ—red Esau what will this Right avail thee after my death if it be so replyed Iacob take an Oath that thou wilt give it me Well in truth then I swear it saith Esau and I acknowledge thee in quality of my Elder Brother whereupon this poor wretch took immediately Bread and Pulse from his Broâ—hers Hand little valueing the loss he had made of the first advantage wherewith God and Nature had â—â—voured him CHAP. XXIII Giveing an Account of the Dexterity of Rebecca to procure for Jacob the blessing of Isaack Gen. 27. Isaack Dim-sighted Jacob takes to be Esau deceiv'd through his minds jealousie Jacob the Blessing gets Esau returnes And markes the Cheat for which he Grieves and Mourns ISaack waxing old amidst many misfortunes insensibly felt the approaches of Death and as if his â—yes abhor'd to serve as witnesses to the disasters of his old age they covered themselves with the Darkness of a lamentable Blindness Amongst these Accidentâ— his Eyes being shut against all the Claritieâ— of Life his Soul went penetrating the shade and Night of the Tomb. He calls Esau and sayes to him with a pittifull Tone Alas my Son I am upon the Brink of my Grave and yet I know not when I shall discend into it This good man feeling his life to extinguish as a Lamp whose Oyl begins to fail â—alled Esau and commanded him to take his Quiver his Bow and Arrows and to go a hunting that 〈◊〉 might bring him something to eat with this promise that at his return he would give him his beâ—ediction before his Death Esau immediatly performing what his Father commanded him Rebecca who heard Isaacks whole discourse made use of her time very seasonably to doâ— what the Spirit of God directed her Ah! how ingenious is vertuâ— and how dexterous is Love when it follows the will of God! who would believe that a Woman durst undertake what Rebecca did Her Artifiâ—es then were innocent and her intentions very just and holy when she disguised Iacob to deceive Isaack and frustrate Esau of the blessing he expected Goe then my Son saith she and make choice amongst our Flocks of the two faâ—test Kids you shall find I will so dress them that I will make them serâ—e for your Fathers repast to the end having fed on them he may bless you before his death But what replyed Iacob Mother you know that my Body is not Hairy like my Brothers I am fearfull then lest my Father touch me and believe I intend to mock him lay on me his malediction But Iacob would never have been so adventurous as to undertake an action which might irritate the gooâ—ness of Isaack if Rebecca had not relieved him in his fear and if she had not made appear to him that her Wiles were very just and her design most innocent Ah! sâ—ith she my Son leave unto me this fear I will preserve thee from this danger thou apprehendest and if any ill chance to happen I wish it may fall on me do then boldly what I shall say unto thee She presently apparelled him in Esau's Garments covered his Neck and Hands with Skins which had some resemblance of his Brothers and gave him such Bread and Meat as she knew would be pleasing to Isaacks tast Iacob presents them unto his Father who hearing his voyce asked if he were Esau he answered that he was his Eldest Son and that having exactly performed all his commands he besought him to eat of the Venison he had prepared for him But what Said Isaack to him how couldst thou take and provide it in so short a time Iacob answers it is God who hath so dispos'd it and made it as it were fall into my Hands If it be so approach my â—on and give me thy Hands that I may toâ—ch them and feel whether thou art my Son Esâ—u or not Iacob obeyed and after Isaaâ—k had touched him he saith unto him surely this is the voice of Iacob I hear but if I be not deceived these are the Hands and Hair of Esau I feel Notwithstanding this doubt Isaack gave his benediction to Iacob and madâ— good cheer of all he had presented to him Imagine whether Rebecca stood not watching to observe all that passed I represent unto my self that she incourag'd Iacob with Gestures and Signs which made up a good part of this action The time must needs seem long unto her out of the fear she might have lest Esau should come in and disturb the â—ourse of Divine providence and the conduct of her prudent designs Gen. 27. At Esau's coming Jacob is dismay'd And to get Favour Gifts before him lay'd Instead of Blows he Jacob Kisseth oft Instead of Wrestling gives Embraces soft Approach my Son saith Isaack and bestow a Kiss 〈◊〉 thy poor Father Presently Iacob leaps on his â—eck embraces him huggs him and layes his eyes â—is lips and mouth on him and then Isaack thus â—leâ—â—eâ— him
mourns Though not a Blooâ—y Sâ—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 sinfuâ—â— 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 Caâ—st thou believe my Haâ—d can Curâ— thy Grief Soul Lord I believe Lord help my unbelief Jâ—sus Holâ— forth thy Arm and let my Fingers trâ— 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 iâ— 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 Lâ—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 goâ— To swage her pains but the Physicians Blood Psal. 143 2. Enter not into Judgment with thy Serâ—ant for in thy sight shall no man living â—e justified Iesus Iustice. Sinner â—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 kâ—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 â—hat Sentence shall not pâ—ss Hold up thy head â—nd shew thy Brazen and rebellious face 〈◊〉 Ah me I dare not I 'm to vile and base â—o tread on the Earth much more to lift â—â—ine Eyes to Heav'n I need no other shrift â—han mine own Conscience Lord I must confesse â—m no more then dust and no whit less â—hen my inâ—ictment stiles me Ah! If thou â—â—arch too severe with too severe a Brow â—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 Bladâ— 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 Advocaâ—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 Objâ—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 â—â—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 â—â—es I behold the darkned Sun bereav'â— â—f all his light the battlâ—mâ—nts of Heav'n Shelâ—ring in flames thâ— Angel guarded Son Of Glory on his Tribunall-Throne I see a Brimstone Sea of boyling fire And fâ—inds with knotted whips of flaming Wire Torâ—er'ng poor Souls that kâ—ash their Teeth in vain Aâ—d knâ—w their flame tormentâ—d tongues for pain Look Sister how the queasy-stomack'd Graves Vâ—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 distempâ—r'd fancy take delight In view of Tortures these are shows t' affright Look in this Glass triangular look here Hear
's that will ravish eyes Spirit What seest thou there Flesh. The World in colours colours that disdain The Cheeks of Proteus or the Silken train Of Flora's Nymphs such various sorts of hiew As sun-confronting Iris never knew Here if thou please to beautifie a Town Thou mai'st or with a hand turn'd upside down Here mai'st thou scant or widen by the measure Of thine own will make short or long at pleasure Here may'st thou tire thy fancy and advise With shows more apt to please more curious eyes Spirit Ah fool that dot'st on vain on present toyes And disrespect'st those true those future Ioyes How strongly are thy thoughts befool'd alas To dote on Goods that perish with thy Glass Nay vanish with the turning of a hand Were they but painted colours it might stand With painted reason that they might devote thee But things that have no being to besot thee For sight of future Torments is the way To baulk those ills which present joyes bewray As thou hast fool'd thy self so now come hither Break that fond Glass and let 's be wise together Epigram What Soul no further yet what never commence Master in faith still Batchelour of sense It 's insufficiency or what has made thee Oressip thy lost degree thy Lusts have stay'd thee Canticles 7.11 Come my Beloved let us go forth into the Field and let us remain in the Villages Christ. Soul 1. Christ. Come Come mâ— dear and let us â—oth retire And whiâ—â— the dainâ—ys of the fragrant Fields Where warbling Phil'mel and the shrill mouth quire Châ—nâ— forth their raptures where the Turtle builds Hâ—r lovâ—ly Nâ—st and where the nâ—w born Brier Breaths forth the sweetness that â—er April yiâ—lds Come Come my lovely fair and let us try These rurall delicates where thou and I Mâ—â— mâ—lt in privaâ—e flâ—mes and fear no stander by 2 â—oul My hearts eternal jâ—y in lieu of whom The â—arth's a blast and all the World 's a bubble â—ur City-man Sion is the faireâ—t homâ— But Countrey sweets are taâ—g'd wiâ—h lesser troâ—ble â—et's try them both and châ—se the better come A change in pleasure makes the pleasure double Oâ— thy Commands depends my go or tarry I 'll stir with Martha or I 'll stay with Mary Our Hearts are firmly fit although her pleasures vary 3. â—â—rist Our Countrey-man Sion situatâ— on high With various object still renews delight 〈◊〉 arched Roof 's of unstain'd Ivory Her Walls of Fiery-â—â—arkling Chrisolite 〈◊〉 Pavement is of hardest Porphiry Her spacious Windows are all Glazed with bright And flaming Carbuncles no need require Titans faint rayes or Vulcans feeble fire And every Gate 's a Pearl and every Pearl entirâ— 4. Soul Fool that I was how were my thoughts deceiv'd How falsly was my fond conceit possest I took it for an Hermitage but pau'd And daub'd with neighb'ring dirt Thatcht at best Alas I never expected more nor crav'd A Tuâ—â—le â—â—p'd but for a Turtles nest Come Come my dear and let no idle stay Neglect th' aâ—vantâ—ge of the head-strong day How pleasure grâ—tes that Feels the Curb 〈◊〉 delay 5. Christ. Come then my Ioy let our divided paces Conduct us to our fairest tâ—rritory O there wâ—'ll twine our Souls in sweet embraces Soul And in thy Arms I 'll tell my passion storâ— Christ. O there I 'll Crown â—hy head with all my gracâ— Soul And all these Graces shall reflect thy Gloâ—â— Christ. O there I 'll fâ—â—d thee withCelâ—stial Manâ— I 'll be thy 〈◊〉 Soul And I â—hy Hanna Christ. I 'll sound my Trump of joy Soul And 〈◊〉 resound Hosanna Epigram Mechanick Soul thou must not only do With Martha but with Mary ponder too Happy 's that House where these fair Sisters vary But most where Martha's reconciled to Mary Ecclesiastes 3.1 To every thing there is a season and a time to every purpose under the Heaven Time Death 1. Time Behold the frailty of this slender snuff Alas it hath â—ot long to last Without the hâ—lp of either â—hief or puff Her weakness knows the way to wast Nature hath made her substance apt enough To spend it self and spend to fast It needs the help of none That is to prone To lavish our untuch'd and languish all alone 2. Death Time hold thy peace and shake thy slow pace Sand Thy idle Minutes make no way Thy Glass exceeds her hour or else doth stand I cannot hold I cannot stay Surcease thy Pleading and enlarge my hand I surfeit with too long delay This brisk this bold fac'd light Doth burn too bright Darkness adorns my Throne my day is dark as night 3. Time Great Prince of darkness hold thy needless hand Thy Captiv's fast and cannot flie â—hat Arm can rescue who can countermand What pow'r can set thy Pris'ner free 〈◊〉 if they could what Close what Forreign Land Can hide the Head that flees from thee But if her harmless light Offend thy sight What need'st thou snatch at Noon what will be thine at Night 4. Death I have not stay'd my patience my quick trade Grows dull and makes too slow return This long-liv'd dept is due and should been paid When first her flame began to burn But I have stay'd too long I have delay'd To store my sast my â—raving urn My pâ—tent giveâ— me power Each day each hour To strike the pleasant Thatch and shake the princely Tow'r 5. Time Thou count'st too fast tâ—y patient gives no power Till Time shall please to say Amen Death 〈◊〉 thou appoint my shaâ—t Time Or thou my hour Death 'T is I â—id do Time 'T is I bid when Alas thou can'st not make the poorâ—st flower To hâ—ng tâ—e drooping head till then Thy shafts can neither kill Nor strike untill My power give them Wings and pleasure Arm thy will Epigrâ—m Expect but fear not Death Death cannot kill Till Time that first must Seal her patiâ—nt Will Would'st thou live long keep time in high â—steem Whom gone if â—hou caâ—st not recall redeem A Dialogue between the Harlot and the Vnadvised Youth The Argument Words smooth as Oyl the Simple Youth betray Whilst he to certain Ruine takes his way Harlot O! my Inchanting Youth why stand'st thou Gazing thus why at this distance when the burning Glances of desireous beauty dart with so much Ardency and covet thy Embraces Come be not Coy nor Start nor turn Aside consider who 't is Calls who Courts thy Favour Youth What Voice is this I hear What Female Form is it my Eyes behold What Lovely shape is it that thâ—s Approaches me Harlot Why why this distance Wherefore shrinks the Comely Youth Why shuns he her that wou'd be proud to lay him in her Bosom and with much Joy hug him in her warm Embraces Youth Alas I know not why I 'm thus invaded â—herefore is it you persue me thus What is 't you see in me that shou'd prove so Alureing Harlot Come come these niceties they must â—e waved I see you are an novice in the Arts
my dear Prophet Whom the malice of ill-minded so far exposed to danger Daniel Thus low I knâ—el to meet the favoâ—â— great Darius dos vouchsafe his Servant Darius O Rise My Love my Life my Soul and say how look'd your stern assocâ—aâ—es when you first took lodging in the Den. Daniel At first great King they roard aloud in expectation of decending prey as being allmost famisht but having at a distance glar'd on me with firey Eyes they came and couch'd beneath my feet faâ—â—ing and swindging round their Tails so tame that all appearance of their natural fierceness vanish'd suffering me with much delight to stroak them and make pastime with curling Maines nor was I ignorant whose power restraind their rage but as I mused the Den at the top divided and a brightness shone throughout the gloomy place when as a man decended with refreshment for your Servant brought by an Angel from a distant land And the same way he came return'd on which repast haveing well fed I layd me down to slumber till your Royal voice awaked me Darius Amazing yea stupendiously amazing is what you relate nor hence will Darius trust in any God but him that has been able to deliver his much injured Servant to him I will pay my vows and Death shall be his Doom if subject to my Scepter that dares once bend his knee to any other Deity Nor shall the malitious and revengefull men that durst traduce my Daniel scape dire vengeance and not only they but all that appertains to them of their curst race not one shall live the Lyons shall have plenty of their Blood Than come my Faithfull Friend come to the Pallace of thy Monarck whilst I give command for the quick Execution of what ' I decree Daniel Great Sir I 'm all obedient and with joyfull steps thus wait upon my King who has vouchsaf'd to load his Servant with so many favours and next him whom I adore will make it my delight to do his just commands The Conclusion Daniel deliver'd and yet greater made His foes the Murdrous Lyons soon invade Breaking in pieces with resist less force Their feble Bodies and their Souls divorce Whilst a decree is sent through all the Coast That each fall down before the Lord of Host. CHAP. XXVI The Combats of Joseph for defence of his Chastity THe Wife of Potiphar to whom Ioseph was sold by the Ishmaelites made it sufficiently appear when she was so impudent as to attempt the Chastity of her Servant this Female Wolf had only Eyes to gaze on this Lamb all his gestures and motions were artifices to intrap him and she would have willingly preferred the inthrallment of Ioseph before the Command over her Husband All her bonds of Marriage were but Chains which kept her in Captivity and the most just and most holy Laws imposed on her a Yoke which rendred all the duties of fidelity which Wives own unto their Husbands insupportable to her It is a strange thing that we can hardly trust our selves and that the Tongue dare not speak a word or at least if she speaks it is but after she hath pondered all her discourses Wherefore the Eyes are the first solicitours of Evil and then their silence hath an Eloquent voice which is yet not heard but by those that are Confederates It is no wonder then if Ioseph heard not this unchast language when his Mistriss speak to him more from her Eyes than her Mouth This impudent Creature cast a thousand glances on him But the heart of Ioseph was a piece of Marble which could not be pierced all the Flames of this Egyptian Woman fell into a dead Sea and all her lightnings found nothing but water which instantly quenched them We must pass then further and see whether the Mouth peradventure will have more powerfull perswasions than the Eyes This shameless Woman 〈◊〉 so much inraged as to declare her design Courage then Ioseph it is a Woman who assaults and sollicites you she is light be you constant she hath stratagems be you prudent she is bold be you generous she runs fly away she Flatters disdain her she asks refuse her Ioseph what do you say For my part saith he I neither can nor will consent unto a Womans Lascivious desires nor submit unto her will preferring it before that of my Master and I should not be what I am if I forfeited the quâ—lity of a fâ—ithfull Servant and of a Person to whom the honour and remembrance of the favours I have received from him is a thousand times more precious than Life If I have been sold it was only for my Innocency and the chains of my Captivity could never force the constancy an Hebrew ought to have in the way of virtue I am Jacobs Son and my Actions shall never â—ely my Birth I am a Servant I ought to dye for fidelity Yoâ—r Husband trusts me with all his Goods and with all his Wealth which the favour of the King and his own meriâ—s have bâ—stowed on him he reserved only to himself the soly Enjoying you it is not for me then to râ—vish from him what is due by so many titles Command me with Iustice and I will serve you with sincerity perform all that you ought and I will omit no part of my duty to you Keep your self within the Laws of Marriâ—ge and leave me in the duties of my condition I should be ungratefull if I abused the favours of my Master I should be a thief if I stole away his fairest goods and no death could be cruel enough to punish me if I should attempt on that which is more dear to him than life All you flames can find in me but a heart of water and yce and all your eyes cannot inthrall the liberty of my minâ— and your rigors will never molifie a soul on which God hath imprinted his love and fear Know then that I would rather choose to dye free from blame than to live a complice in your disloyalty I prefer my bondage if it be innocent before all unjust Powers and what misfortune soever befall me I shall be too happy if I remain innocent It was in the power of my Brethren to sell my Body but they could not ingage my Soul I may serve without prostituting my self and my glory will ever be illustrious enough if I shall do no dishonourable act and unworthy of my Extraction In fine I adore a God who hath most pure eyes and should all Creatures be blind it satisfies me that he be the witness of my actions I reverence all his decrees and if all the Iudges of â—he World could authorise vice it would comfort me to have a God alwayes armed to punish them How can you wish me then to bring Adultery into your Family and to change your bed which ought to be the Altar of your glory into an infamous Pile No no Madam either leave honour to me with life or take from me my life
was sign'd vers 10. 'T was below his great Person and Spirit to deny or dissemble his Religion Faith and Love makes him trusty to it against all Conspiracies of Men or Deâ—vils And what know we but some were so impudent as to steal up Stairs and peep through the very Key-hole to discover but the first motion towards a Genuflection But when those Sacred joynts incline to bend to the resolved Worship how greedily do they suck in the very first Spiration and preparatory â—ighs But brave Belshazzar how little do we know what various Passions agitate thy Sacred Breast at this time What contests between Nature and Grâ—â—e â—lesh and Spirit Or wer 't thou all Soul and transported beyond the cares and remembrance of thy Moâ—tal and suâ—fering part that I hear thee 〈◊〉 iâ—to suâ—h Rapâ—ures as theâ—e Whaâ— aâ—d must I forsâ—ke my God now or not Live and forsâ—ke him too upon such unhappy Terms as thâ—se to gratifie the wishes of these malicious conâ—ederating Heathens Is Devotion become fatal and must Praâ—er it self kill Cannot I go to my God but the next stâ—p must be to the Grave 'T is worse than Dâ—ath to live â—ut one day without him who iâ— the Life of my Soul how then shâ—ll I live thirty Must I wâ—ar thes◠〈◊〉 upon minâ— affections and â—ips which thâ—se Menâ— envy and canâ—ing hâ—ve clapt on me with design to enslave me fâ—r ever Râ—ther let 〈◊〉 Beasts tear â—pâ—n a paâ—sage for this Captive within me 〈◊〉 pâ—ss into thâ— liberties of eâ—erlâ—stingness than thus to bâ— Cag'd up in so insufferable a Vâ—ssalage Do they think to immure up my Soul Let thâ—m râ—nâ— me from the Court of Daâ—iuâ— my Heaven is not there as is â—â—eirs my Bodâ— is the Kings to his pleasure and service but my Soul is Gods unto his 〈◊〉 venture an inâ—â—rgâ—ment into the Bowels of the Lioâ—s e're they shall â—lâ—ry over mine Apâ—stacy from my Religion and my God But hold whither does this Noble but Temerarious Zeal transport thâ—e Daniel Is this thâ— kindness to thy dearest self Anâ— hast thou no regard to the Glorious and sweets â—f Life Is that Holy Fire that devours its own Altar And callâ—st thou that Zeal that hurls thee into nothing and temps thee to an Annihilation Is Death so dâ—sireable and such a Death as will gratifie thine Enemies too Whose Mâ—lice will Feast it self on thy Ruines with greater Luxury than the Lyons Banquâ—t on thy Flesh What is this but to Execute the Plot against thine own Life which they cannot pâ—rfâ—ct without thee and will thy God thank thee for destroying thy sâ—lf and throwing â—way thy life for â— Nicety the Ceremony anâ— Carkâ—â— of Devotion which his Grace is so râ—ady to dispâ—nce with anâ— for so little â— time as a Mâ—nth too Is he not the Father of Spirits and regards more the Oratorâ— of a sigh than all the lusciouâ— Expr ssions of the Lips Vnâ—erstâ—nds he not the Language of the Soul â—nâ— hearkâ—ns to the very desires of the Humble Maist thou not Offer up the purâ—r Sacrifice from the sâ—cret Altar of a Flaming 〈◊〉 and be safe What an advantage hast thou to 〈◊〉 the Conspiracy by a Mental Devotion anâ— to Countermine the Villaâ—â—â—s of thâ—ir Cursed Policy by looking up thy Soul in its self Ah no! The brave Votâ—ry sâ—orns to compound with his God for his Life nor will save himself by so muâ—h as Latching the Door of his Lips he will not â—tiâ—le the vent of his Soul tho it self were sure to fly through it He will glorifie God with his speech tho he speak himself into Air he will not diâ—figure the Body of his Duty to save his own from mangling and would rather the Lyons should open their Mouths to swallow him than he by shutting up his to â—mprison his Zealand Affections He resolveâ— that his Mouth shall Confess unto God and the World â—hat his Heart believâ—th unto Salvation and while his Enemies were watching imagine this devout Supplicant thus pouring out his Soul unto God The Prayer GOD of my Soul and of my Bâ—ing the Glorious Iehoâ—â—h that 〈◊〉 everlastingness and humâ—lâ—st thy self to bâ—â—old the things that are in Heaven and Earth â—ear â—nd have mercy Thou art God alone and bâ—sides thee there is none else What is this Darius whom these mâ—n have blasphemously Exâ—ulted to Rob thee of thy Glory and Worship and 〈◊〉 a God of him that cannot help that cannot save â—â—rsâ—lf or others O Pardon their Sin And this they 〈◊〉 done with dâ—sign to Rob me too of this Glorious Liberty of Access to thee my God who art the very Life â—f my Soul and whose loving kindness is better than Life 〈◊〉 without whom Life is none at all They would shut 〈◊〉 from thy Presence but do not thou Opâ—n the Door 〈◊〉 thy Grace and my Soul that I mâ—y fly unto thee and 〈◊〉 these these mine Enemies lye in wait for my 〈◊〉 yet let me Praise thee with joyful Lips and Serve 〈◊〉 without fear What though they have decreed to 〈◊〉 away my life are not my Times in thy hand and â—ithout thee shâ—â—â—â—ot fall an hair from my Head O 〈◊〉 me a Faith beyond my Fear and a Courage beyond 〈◊〉 Malice that I may dye rather than disown thee 〈◊〉 Dâ—voting my self a Sacrifice to thy Glory may 〈◊〉 all the World know that thou Lord art the only God 〈◊〉 the Souls of thy Servanâ—s who put their 〈…〉 Râ—deem thy Church and People 〈◊〉 Noise interruptâ— him The 〈◊〉 cry out amain 〈…〉 Traitor aâ—aiâ—st our 〈◊〉 and his 〈◊〉 away with him to the Lyoâ—s Darius â—â—â—sâ—lf cannot savâ— hiâ— Thâ—se we may suâ—pose were the Evideâ— to Sweâ—r against him who could safely 〈…〉 without fear of Perjury that they hâ— making his Petitions to the God of Heaven and so breakiâ—g the Decree And now haâ— the Plot taken effect the Innoâ—ent man falls by the Councils of the Wicked 〈◊〉 art thou O Lord yet leâ— me talk with thâ—e of 〈…〉 Wherâ—fore dâ—th the 〈◊〉 of the Wicked prosper Wherâ—fore are â—hey happ◠〈…〉 Jer. 12.1 So foolish was I and ignorant Surely thou didst set them in slippery 〈◊〉 thou cast est them down inâ—o 〈…〉 are they brouâ—ht into Dâ—solâ—â—ion as in a 〈…〉 wiâ—h Terrours P â—l 73 1â— 19.22 Now may you see them troop together with jâ—y and speed to Darius Court where they subtiâ—â—y râ—peâ—t thâ— Coâ—â—entâ— of the Law to the King with a Cursed Pâ—licy of dâ—signing to oblige him to a sacred and inviolable observance of his own Eâ—ict e're ever they discover the Transgressor who they knew was so dear to him that for hiâ— sakâ— he might have straiâ—'d hiâ— Prerogative unto the length of a Paâ—don iâ—poâ—â—â—ble But having once oblig'd him by the honour of his Royal word to confirm the decrâ—e then they presume to produce the Indictment and thus Aâ—â—resâ— O King Live for Ever THat Daniâ—l who pretends so muâ—h Love anâ— Loyalâ—y
to thy Royal Person so muâ—h Veneâ—â—tion anâ— respect to all thy Laws 〈◊〉 he is th◠〈…〉 Ungâ—â—tâ—ful man thâ—t he is whom 〈…〉 of 〈◊〉 thou hast 〈…〉 whose very weight 〈…〉 in hiâ— Loyâ—lty 〈…〉 thâ—â—â—he suâ—limity 〈…〉 into foâ—ly too he 〈…〉 other Goâ— as if â—â—ou O King weâ—t not 〈◊〉 enough for him who hast been so kind and Royal to him Never has the largeâ—se of Princely Bounty 〈◊〉 unluckily miâ—carried by ingâ—atitude and Treachery which dares be so insolent to give so pernicious an Exâ—mple of first Violating that Law which he should have valued infinitâ—ly dearer than his Life and rather than have prostituted it to 〈◊〉 Coâ—â—empt should have 〈◊〉 the warmâ—st Blood of hiâ— Hâ—art to itâ— Glory We pray therefore that he may Suffer the Pains and Penalties of the Irrevocaâ—â—â— Decree he has so Prophanâ—ly despisâ—d may râ—ceive the just Râ—compâ—â—se of his hâ—ughty Râ—bellion and Pride Be thrown to the Lyons Now is the King almost dead with sorrow the fatal News mâ—re wounds his Royal Heart than the Pâ—iâ—oners The King himself suffers in this Plot and is persecuted in the Captive and now is basely betrayed to sign the Decree which Seals his own vexation and trouble For 't is they and not Daniel were guilty of the Treason agâ—inst his Royal tranquility and peace Unhappy Daniâ—l to bâ— so lov'd and so hated so pa sionately lov'd by Darius so universally 〈◊〉 by his Nobles Hereâ—â— nâ—t one of all the Peers hâ—s a pitty for thee they joyâ—â—ly address for thy 〈◊〉 Executiâ—n Nâ—minâ— Coâ—tradicentâ— The King singly demures and while he does so they impâ—tientlâ— adâ—râ—ss a second time and had not so â—â—â—â—â—erously 〈◊〉 hitheâ—to now to 〈◊〉 theiâ— Plot to perish in â—mâ—rio 〈◊〉 makes them foâ—â—â—et good mannâ—rs they 〈…〉 and uncourly 〈◊〉 O Kiâ—â— that the Lâ—wâ— the 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 it that no Decrâ—e nor 〈◊〉 which the King 〈…〉 v. 15. q. 〈◊〉 We have 〈…〉 a Bâ—y 〈◊〉 Reâ—el may noâ— be pardoned tâ—e Laws of tâ—y Kingdom will not bear it tho thou wouldst therefore in vain dost thou labour to â—eliver him for dye he must and shall But now metâ—â—nks how do I see the great Darius hugging him in his Aâ—ms whilst he beholding him as he fears with his last Eyes breaths out his very Heart to him in such dear Expressions as these Daniel my dearest Daniâ—l the brightest Star that ever illustrated a Princes Court the faithfullest Servant that ever bless'd a Master the very Glory and Flowâ—r of my Kingdom and Palace who art passing up into those more glorious Mansions where only dwell suâ—h Spirits as thine Thou wiâ—t no more envy the toys of Regality nor need the aiery Honours of an Earthly Palace I am distreâ—sed foâ— thee my dearest Daniel how willingly could I uncloath my self from these vain Badges of Majesty to pass into Spirit with thee But â—tay may not thy God meet thee in the Den as I have heard Shaâ—rach's did him in the Furnace and methinks I have Faith to believe he will and least thine Enemies should think so too and send in Russians more cruel than the Beasts to destroy thee my care shall obviate that danger while I Seal thee up under the Protection of Heaven and thy God How stately passes the Captive 〈◊〉 the Den richlâ— laden with the Trophâ—â—â— of his Princes affections and the graces of his God! He leaves nothing behind him thâ—â— he should take to Heaven with him but the thought â—f Revenge A Dialogical Discourse between Adonibezeck and one of the 60 Kings he tormented and kept under his Table The Discourse supposed to be in the other World The Argument The mighty King the Tyrant whose delight In tortures was who sixty Kings in spite Of Regal Pow'r that did their Brows adorn Maim'd and beneath his Table kept in scorn Is in like manner serv'd so fares it still With those that seek their fellow Creatures ill 〈◊〉 HOw now great Monarch by what fatal chance 〈◊〉 you from lights of splendid pomp advance 〈◊〉 these dull Regions how cut off by death 〈◊〉 you the sternest Tyrant of the Earth 〈◊〉 midst of all your Glories lose your breath â—don Torment me not in asking how I fell â—ow the Fates durst my Ambition Quell â—ing Know you not who I am know you not me â—don I know too well the dreadful shape I see â—â—ke it from mine Eyes I wou'd not know â—wou'd be known in these sad times of woe â—ing Yet pittyless you durst our patience prove 〈◊〉 cou'd our Tears nor Groans your Mercy move â—don 'T is true they cou'd not but I thought me then 〈◊〉 the blasting Fate of Vulgar men 〈◊〉 made me seem in heights to fly 〈◊〉 the reach of frail Mortality â—â—ng So we once thought yet all we urg'd was vain â—ou'd our Sighs when fallen ease our pain Adon. You were my Captives by fierce war so made Your Countrey 's mine by me in Ashes laid King 'T is true yet pitty in a Monarch's Breast Renowns him more pity to those opprest A God-like nature in Man-kind creates And Envy's Keen-soul piercing Shaft Rebates Adon. But then Compassion knew not my Abode Revenge and Fury waited on my Nodd My will was then my law Death mark'd my Frowns On whâ—m they bent there he bestow'd his wounds King Yet now too plain you see the God whose Eyes Into the darkest of Man's Secrets pryes Has found you out and by his chosen Seed Now made the Proud Adonibezeck bleed Adon. 'T is to my Shame and sad Confusion knowâ— As I have done to me so be it done In a base servitude a Mâ—narch dy'd Maim'd as he maim'd Crush't as he crush't the pride Of daring Mortals whom he made to stoop E're they his Towring Cedar cou'd o're-top King Just is thy plague thy punishment is comâ— And we with joy behold thy juster doom So fares it with all those that pityless Afflict their Brethr'n when in most distress Who proudly triumph over those they may And make a sport of them they make their Prey So may it fare with Tyrants so with those Whose Breast no mercy but fell rage Inclose Adon. My guilty Conscience wounds me Let that Revenge enough no more then torture me King Still still I 'le haunt you since the 〈◊〉 decree Your Fortune equal in our Misery Adon. I 'll shun you then my Soul no more can 〈◊〉 King Yet you unmov'd our sad laments cou'd 〈◊〉 Adon. 'T is true I did and scoff'd at all your 〈◊〉 â—lutting with your hard Fates my well pleas'd eyes King Then what can you expect but to indure Our hate and scorn who cou'd your self enure â—n prâ—sperous dayes to nought but cruelty Adon. That I 'll prevent for with swift wings I 'll fly To dismal shades of Night beyond your reach King In vain 's such flight your Walls can't now Impeach Our following fury now your Guards are gone No power to torture 's left Death has undone The knot of power and now like
Offerings The Lord of Hosts convenes the Heathen Powers To batter down aspiring Iacobs Towers Before their Swords the routed Hebrews fly And fill the Hills and Valleys with their cry The wicked Seed of the High Priest are sâ—ain And the tremendous Ark it self is ta'ne In which the Mighty God was pleas'd to dwell Before whose wrath so many Nations fell And now the bold insulting Foe as proud Of such a Trophie bare it shouting loud To the base Temple of their false feign'd God Compos'd of Gems of Gold and precious wood A stock inspir'd by an Infernal Fiend On whom they durst in Peace and War depend Ascribing to his power the great success Of their weak Arms and joyful words express When lo the fearful Fiend with hideous cries From his adored Idol swiftly flies Not daring view that Face which brightness shrouds The God whose Thunder rends the Marble clouds Who grasps the Poles and turns the Spears about Whose Eyes survey the Universe throughout Whose Anger kindled is so deadly great That Hell it self from it would fain retreat Had not strict Fate fast fix'd it in it's place With whom alone the Righteous can find Grace And now forsaken Dagon wreft of voice No answer gives from it proceeds no noise In vain his Priests enquire of Future things In vain the Prince his cur'st Oblation brings Deluding Satan bears perforce the shame And though aloud they call on Dagons Name Yet dares not the fate babling Daemon come Least he before his time receive his doom And with link'd Thunderbolts be driven back Or sunk fast chain'd into the flaming Lake But whil'st they rend their Threats their wooden God Begins to totter and most strangely nod Whereat affrighted the rude Rout recoil When down at last upon his Face he fell Yet up the foolish People rear again Their shame and folly yet 't is but in vain For e're the Sun review'd their wicked Coast The helpless Stock his Head and Hands had lost Whilst fearful Plagues his Worshipers dismay Who gladly send the holy Ark away Not daring keep what eagerly they sought Lest all their Land be to destruction brought On Dagon and the Ark. What news with Dagon Is thy shrine so hot Thou canst not keep it or has Dagon got The falling sickness that his godship's found In such a posture prostrate on the ground Poor helpless god but stay Is Dagon grown So weak i' th hams nor stand nor rise alone A god and cannot rise 'T is very odd He must have help or lie A proper god Well Dagon must require help of hands Up Dagon goes the second time and stands As confident as though his place had bin His own in Fee down Dagon falls again But Dagon's shrewdly martyr'd with the jump Lost Hands and Head and nothing left but stump Sure all 's not well with Dagon now of late He 's either sick or much forgot the State Belonging to so great a God hath none Offer'd some stinking Sacrifice or blown Some nauseous fume into his sacred Nose And made his Godship dizzy or who knows Perchance h 'as taken pet and will resign His sullen place and quit his empty shrine No wonder a false God should stoop and lye Upon the flour when as a true God's by It was unlikely Dagon should forbear Respite of Homage when the Ark was there If I would worship a false God at all It should be one that would not scorn to fall Before his Betters whose indifferent Arm If it could do no good could do no harm I 'de rather choose to bend my idle knee Of all false Gods to such a god as he Whose spirit 's not too quick The Fabulous Frog Found greater danger in the Stork than Log And to conclude I 'de choose him Dagon like Not having Head to plot nor Hands to strike Saul chosen King THe murmuring people who Gods Wonders saw And Glorious presence when he gave the Law In Peals of Thunder on the dreadful Mount Themselves unhappy in his Rule account And like their Neighbour Nations ask a King That may their Armies out to battel bring To which the Mighty God though griev'd consents Yet lets them know the sad and dire events Of their sad wish tells what their King shall do And that too late repentance wou'd insue Which to head-strong Israel prov'd too true But long they 're not debar'd of their desire â—ood Samuel marks them out what they require Confirming after many signs the Son Of Aged Kish a Benjamite well known By his huge Stature who for many years The Helm of Iacobs mighty Empire steers But not regarding who the Scepter Gave The Scepter giver does the Monarch leave Who long disparing did in Iacob dwell Till by his Sword on Gilboa he fell And scatter'd Israel felt the rage of those Who ever vow'd themselves their mortal Foes On Saul and David SUre Saul as little look'd to be a King As I and David dream'd of such a thing Aâ— much as he when both alike did keep The one his Father's Asses t'other Sheep Saul must forsake his Whip and David flings His Crook aside and they must both be Kings Saul had no sword and David then no spear There was none Conquer'd nor no Conqueror there There was no sweat there was no blood to shed The unsought Crown besought the Wearers head There was no stratagem no Opposition No taking parts no jealous Competition There needs no Art there needs no Sword tâ— bring And place the Crown where God appoints the King A Dialogue between Agag and Samuel The Argument Saul having spar'd the proud Amalekite Samuel is griev'd and when the Pagan quite Had banisht fear of Death to Death â—e's givâ—â— In order to appease offended Heaven Agag WWhat means the Prophet with 〈◊〉 stern Aspect to gaze upon a Monarchâ— misery suffices it not that my slaughterâ—d People â—at the Plains with streams of blood and that my burning Citys cloud the Lamp of Heaven with ascending smoak Samuel No haughty man 't is not enough the 〈◊〉 of Jacob is displeased with such small Vengeance Agag Then try to turn away his wrath with Sâ—â—crifice let ten thousand Altars blaze with fat 〈◊〉 Bulls and Rams the spoil that once belonged to Amaleks now fallen Sons Saul In vain thou urgest such abâ—mination such Sacrifices would be odious in the Nostrils of that God Who dwells between the Cherubims whose fâ—ercâ— wrath can be appeased with no less Sacrifice than thy curst Life Agag Ha my life why sure the fear of death is past now know you not that your King has promised Life Sa. I know him who in sparing you and your unlawful Spoils has made himself a Rebel to the King of Kings Agag Yet he 's your Lord and ought to be obeyed to him I appeal to him who has already sign'd my pardon Samuel In vain are all Appeals to Mortal Man when God the mighty God in whose strong Hands is all the Breath of Life has doom'd you dead
Now Monster now know there 's a God in Israel and as I promised thus I take thy head 'T is done done with the Sword thou threatenedst mine And thus I bear it to the King taking thy Armour as my lawful prize Conclusion Goliah slain the faint Philistines fly Whilst after them pursuing Israel cry And fearfull slaughter rages every where The Sword no Mercy has nor knows to spare Till all or most are slain Then David's sought And to the King in glorious Triumph brought Declaring who it is whilst Honour high Crowns him at last with Rayes of Majesty On David and Goliah SAtan's the great Goliah that so boasts And threats our Israel and defies her Hosts Those smoother stones couragious David took From the soft bosom of the silver brook Are Scriptum ests the Sling that gives them flight Is Faith that makes them fly and fly aright Lord lend me Davids sling and then I know I shall have Davids strength and courage too Give me but skill to pick such stones as these And I will meet Goliah when he please A Dialogue between David and Michal The Argument David advanc'd Saul envies his loud fame And fears his Glories will Eclipse his name Wherefore fair Michal's given a snare to be To him She loves but does not in 't agree For when death hover'd round his threaten'd head She cheats them with an Image in his stead Michal MY Lord I wonder you 'l expose your self at this rate to my Fathers rage Know you not that he seeks your life David Yet God the God of Abraham is able 〈◊〉 defend me from his rage seeing I have done nothinâ— that deserves his hate but in the uprightness of my heart go in and out before him M. Know you not that I was given to you as a snare to sound the secrets of your heart and to pry into your Councils D. I know it my dear Love my happiness and all I prize on this side Heaven but dare not think that such virtue tenderness and innate goodness can be wrought upon to prove a Traytoress to him that can admire nothing but the eternal maker of the glorious Vniverse above her M. I question not your love but sure it is my Father urges me continually to lay open your secrets that he may find occasion against your life but hitherto his threats and promises have proved ineffectual D. And ever will I hope my Ioy. Nay nay I dare not doubt it it were sin once to mistrust your Virtue It shall never sink into my thouâ—hts that Michal will betray her David M. And dare you trust to that consider well what glittering Gems a Prince in Marriage and a Kingdom at command may tempt me â—o consider I 'm a Woman and that all the Sex is â—rail D. All this and all the Splendid Pomp the haughtiest Monarch can bestow I have considered yet cannot once Imagine they can move my Love to entertain so base a thought M. Yet once more what if my Father should threaten me with Death and torture if I disobeyed his lawful will and if he finds me trifle with him rashly put in execution what he threats D. Nor can this make me once imagine my dear happiness that you would give me to his Fury though in this case I 'de willingly meet his fierce wrath when high to save my Love from such a danger There is no Torment so outragious that I would not with a smile embrace look pleasantly on Death and tamely bow my head at your rough Fathers Feet whilst his blood-thirsty Sword cut off my dayes Thank the hand that took my Life for yours and bless the King for such a Favour with my dying breath Mi. Let me embrace my Lord and let him be assured that neither hopes of Glory Threats nor promises shall move me to betray him Rather than I 'll prove false to him I love as Life I 'll undergo whatever witty Horror can invent be for ever banished from my Native Land to live in lonely Desarts and dye comfortless in some dark pathless Wilderness no all I urged waâ— but to try how much you valued me Da. O! you ravish me with too much joy I was before confined and now 't is doubly done no more but to our Chambers where the first fruits of our Love were reaped and there I will tell my Love how much I am transported Mi. I am obedienâ— and with eager Eyeâ— feedding on your manly beauties thus cast the Daughter of a King into your Arms to lead her where you please Conclusion The happy Loâ—ers scarce their Loves repeat When Saul's stern Guards a fierce Alâ—rum beat For David's head they come but Michals Wit Sends thence her Lord and with this Counterfeit Deludes the Captains whereat Saul's enrag'd But by his Daughters feigned Tale's asswag'd A Dialogue between Jonathan and David The Argument The Son of Saul to David does express A Friendship great nor does he prove it less Ion. WWhat fears my Brother David wherefore shuns he me Da. You know my Lord that Men in danger ever dread especially when they suspect the danger near Ion. Why what of danger whence do these affrighting thoughts proceed why is the mighty Warriour thus disturbed Da. Know you not that your Father seeks my Life and are not you â—is darling Son Io. And does my presence create a fear in David Da. Let my Lord pardon when thus low I beg it If I have some doubts that your Commission is to bring me to your Fathers presence Io. Far be that thought from Iesse's valiant Son whom I must chide for wronging me in such A nature O? canst thou once Imagine that an Action so ignoble can e're lurk within my breast Can you suspect the Man whâ—se Soul moves in sweet harmony with yours can be so basely tretcherous as to betray his Friend Da. Forgive me my rash fear my Lord and I 'le not dare to fear again I must confess your love to me has been so great that I condemn my selfe for once so much as harbouring a suspicion that you e're intended to harm me Io. Let this dear kind Embrace sign your free granted Pardon and in Oblivions darkest Land let your hard censures ever rest Da. O boundless Love how can I how shall I deserve it What recompence is David capable to make that in the smallest measure can requite the Heir Apparent to his Fathers Scepter thus low Io. No more this cringing distance but to my Arms I know thy Innocency and will become a shield to save you from my Fathers wrath through me he makes his way to Davids Breast if Fate decree his ruine D. O my dear Lord You make me blush and at the same time to weep for joy to hear what you express such faith such constancy such boundless Love was never known from man to man before Io. Although I know you must succed my Father in his Throne yet will not I for Empire-sake that by succession should descend
to me suffer my Love to lessen Da. O! My Lord no more I am confirmed that I am happy in so brave a Friend happy as Man can wish and must make it still the business of my Life to recompence so great a favour Io. All I request is that you would be kind to my Posterity when Heaven incircles your calm 〈◊〉 with the bright Diadem of Israel Da. Whatever my dear Friend can wish I 'le do nor shall there be ought wanting in me to retaliate thâ— kindness of my Io. I ask no more nor will I dare to doubt your Generosity but see the Captains of my Fathers Host approach which urges my departure but â—'re long I 'll find a â—eans to meet my Friend and tell him all my Fathers thoughts Till then ten thousand blessings on your Head Da. All thanks to my Kind Lord and may the God whose Eyes survey the secrets of each Heart shower â—lessings on you and make your Posterity flourish in the Tents of Jacob. Conclusion Ionathan goes to Court and sounds the Heart Of cruel Saul which he does soon impart To David and advises him to â—â—y who after many Ramblings fears to dy By Sauls dread hand and does at Gath remain Till Saul's o'rethrown and by his own Sword slain An Account of Solomon's Concubines with the number of his Wives â—Ne doth seldom begin wickedness at the top Vices have their degrees as well as Virtues 〈◊〉 at first began to grow cool in the worship â—he true God conversations with him were not often nor so pleasing the pleasures of the World 〈◊〉 him the delights of the Court charmed 〈◊〉 actions that are so free soon become evil 〈◊〉 evil ones turn themselves into custom and 〈◊〉 into habit this Child of God saw the Daughters of men these strange Beauties which pricked him by their Novelty he became a man and made of them his Goddesses The Daughters of the Moabites and of the Amorites those of Egypt of Sidon of Idumaea and so many others whereof God had forbidden him any alliance were the Idols of his Heart after they had been the Plague and Poison of his understanding He which had pronounced so many excellent Parables against Love which had so many times advertised Youth that the Lips of an unchast woman distilled honey at the beginning but at the end they gave a portion of Wormwood was taken by the eyes inchained with infinite afâ—fections his Love was pompous his Luxury â— sumptuous he loved as much for glory as for coâ—â—cupiscence he would act the King in his unchastnesâ— as stately as in the Furniture of his Temple 〈◊〉 had about seven hundred Women which were 〈◊〉 Queens and with that three hundred Concubineâ— which is according to the Scripture account a thoâ—â—sand wives which he had shut in the Seraglio for thâ— pleasure of his eyes and of his flesh and of so manâ— loves there is but one Son to be found Rehoboâ—â— void of wisdome and understanding What 〈◊〉 a Prince do among so many delights so many â—â—â—lurements so many charms and so many bewitâ—â—ings A Man is oft-times much hindred by 〈◊〉 troublesome brain of one Woman only What seâ—â—â—ous business could he then set himsef to that 〈◊〉 them multiplyed by hundreds These strange â—â—came each of them with all the inventions of 〈◊〉 Nation for to surprise him there was one 〈◊〉 would gain him to her another that would 〈◊〉 him another that would draw him from one 〈◊〉 another even unto the bottom of Hell It is 〈◊〉 more easie to become a fool with a woman thaâ— make her wise he had endeavour'd perhaps to 〈◊〉 them to his Religion but they perverted 〈◊〉 and drew him to theirs He took their loves and afterwards their behaviours and at last their Superstition Every one of these Women would bring her God into esteem And thought not her self to have any credit in her love if she did not make her false Deity to partake thereof THe great the Wise the Glorious Solomon For whom the Lord of Hosts so much had done By Womans subtiltie's at last beguil'd And with base Idols his great Heart 's defil'd Strange Women tempt the King to go astray To prove Ingrateful daring disobey The God of Iacob whilst with Idols vain Strange Wives his Kingdome he conniving straiâ— Exalting false pretended helpless wood In places sacred where Gods Altar stood â—amn'd Ashtaroth the cursâ—d Zidonians shame â—ilcom the wicked Amorites cheif blame With Chemosh dire by darkest fiends inspir'd â—nd cruel Moloc who mans blood requir'd â—o whos 's dire Orgies horrid Sacrafice â—ith clouds of smoak obscure the blushing Skies â—hilst he well pleas'd beholds the Rites prophane â—or which the Canaanites were sadly slain â—he Heathen Women stupifie his Sence â—nd with base charms drive sacred Wisdom thence â—ven hundred Wives three hundred Concubines 〈◊〉 State maintains who with Philterick Wines â—witch him still and sway him as they pleâ—se â—â—eir lawless Laws a Monarchs reason seize â—hich weakness in him makes Iehovah frown 〈◊〉 raise up Foes to bring his glory down â—hilst all the Tribes but Iuda from his Son â—olt and straiten his Dominion â—â—â—ares it still with those that dare rebel â—â—ainst the mighty God of Israel The disobedient Prophet slain by a Lyon THe foolish Son of Solomon bereft Of Israels Aid no Tribe but Iuda left The bold revolters Ieroboam chose Their King and Captain to subdue their Foes But he damn'd Idols made fix'd bleating Gods In Dan and Bethel to whose cur'st Abodes The mudding People soon a whoring went For whose restraint a Man from God was sent To cry aloud whose voice their Altar rent Pour'd out those Ashes which as relicts vain Of their unhallowed Sacrifice remain Which made the wicked Monarch storm and stretcâ— His Scepter'd hand commanding some to catch The Prophet but the blood it soon forsook And every Joynt was with such numbness struck That all in vain he strugl'd to draw in A Member guilty of so great a sin Till humbly he intreats and is restor'd And kindest Entertainment wou'd afford But that 's rejected and the Prophet flies The guilty City but the hasty Spies Sons to an old deluding Prophet tell What had in Iacobs Heritage befell Who soon o'retakes the loitering Seer and theâ— With feigned tales decoyes him back agen To tast forbidden food but when dismist He meets his Fate and vainly does resist The rending Lyons Death's commission'd paâ—â—s And bloody Fury of his roaring Jaws Slain is he strait but not devour'd so did The Lord whom all but Man obey and dread When soon the news was spread when soon 〈◊〉 known On whom the Execution had been done Nor stays the Man who caus'd his hapless Fate But to a Grave the Carkase does translate Commanding all his Sons when Death possest His Aged Limbs and life flew from his Breast To lay his Bones by his affirming all The Prophet said should suddenly befall A Dialogue between Elijah and the Woman of
Emperor of Persia. I find not what precious properties he had sure he was a Pearl in the Eye of Ahasuerus who commanded all his Subjects to do lowly reverence unto him only Mâ—rdecai the Iew excepted himself from the rule denying him the payment of so humble observance I fathom not the depths of Mordecais refusal perchance Haman interpreted this reverence farther than it was intended as a divine honour and therefore Mordecai would not blow wind into so empty a bladder and be accessary to puff him up with self-conceit or because Amalek was the Devils first fruits which first broke the peace with Israel and God commanded an Antipathy against them or he had some private countermand from God not to reverence him Whatever it was I 'de rather accuse my self of Ignorance than Mordâ—cai of Pride Haman swells at this neglect will not his knees bow his neck shall break within a Haltar but oh this was but poor and private revenge one Lark will not fill the belly of sâ—ch a Vultur What if Mordecai will not stoop to Haman must Haman stoop to Mordecai to be revenged of him alone Wherefore he plotteth with the Kings Sword to cut off the whole Nation of the Iews Reparing to Ahasuerus he requested that all the Iews might be destroyed He backs his Petition with three Arguments first it was a scattered Nation had they inhabited one intire Country their extirpatioâ— would have weakned his Empire but being dispersed though killed every where they would have been missed no where secondly his Empire would be more uniform when this irregular People not observing his Laws were takeâ— away ten thousand Talents Haman would pay into the Bargain into the Kings Treasure What out of his own Purse I see his Pride was above his Covetousness and spightful men count the revenge a purchase which cannot be over bought or perchance this Money should arise out of the confiscation of their Goods Thus Ahasuerus should lock all the Iews into his Chest and by hâ—â—p of Hamans Chymistry convert them into silver See how this grand destroyer of a whole Nation pleads the Kings profit Thus our puny depopulators alledge for doing the King and their Country good and we will believe them when they can perswade us that the private Coffers are the Kings Exchequer But never any wounded the Common Wealth but first they kissed it pretending the publick good Hamans Silver is Dross with Ahasuerus only his pleasure is currant with him If Haman will have it so so it shall freely be he will give him and not sell him his Favour 'T is woful when great Judges see Parties accused by other mens eyes but condemn them by their own mouths And now Posts were sent throughout all Persia to execute the Kings cruel decree I had almost forgotten how before this time Mordecai had discovered the Treason which two of the Kings Chamberlains had plotted against him which good Service of his though not presently paid yet was scoâ—ed up in the Chronicles not rewarded but recorâ—ed where it slept till a due occasion did awaken it Perchance Hamans envy kept it from the Kings knowledge and sometimes Princes to reward the desert of Men want not mind but minding of it To proceed see the Iews all pitifully pensive and fasting in Sakcloath and Ashes even to Queen â—sther herself which unknown to Haman was one of that Nation And to be brief Esther invites Ahasuerus and Haman to a Banâ—uet whose life shall shall pay the reckoning and next day they are both invited to a second Entâ—râ—ainmâ—nt Mean time Haman provides a Galâ—owes fifty Cubits high to hang Mordecai oâ— fiâ—e Cubitâ— would have served the turn and had it took effect the bâ—â—ght of the Gallows had buâ— seâ— his Soul so much â—he farther on his journey towards Heaven his Stomach was so sharp set he could not stay till he had din'd on all the Iews but first he must break his fast on Mordecai and fit it was that this bell-weather should be sacrificed before the rest of the flock wherefore he comes to the Court to get leave to put him to death The night before Ahasuerus had passed without sleep the Chronicles are called for either to invite Slumber or to entertain waking with the less tediousness Gods hand in the Margin points Reader to the place were Mordecai's Good service was related and Ahasuerus aâ—keth Haman newly come to his presence what shall be done to the Man whom the King delighted to honour Haman being now as he thought to measure his own happiness had been much to blame if he made it not of the largest size He cats out a Garment of Honour Royal both for matter and making for Mordecai to wear By the Kings command he becomes Mordeca's Herauld and Page lacqueying by him riding on the Kings Steed who he hoped by this time would have mounted the Wooden Horse and then pensive in Heart hasts home to bemoâ—n himself to his Friends· Hamans Wife proves a true Prophetess presaging his ruine If the Feet of a Favourite begin to slip on the steep Hill of Honour his own weight will down with him to the bottom once past Noon with him ' tâ—s presently night For at the next Feast Ahasuerus is mortally incensed against him for plotting the Death of Esther with the rest of her people For had his project succeeded probably the Iews had not been spared for a Jew being Queen but the Queen had been killed for being a Iew. Haman in a careless sorrowful posture more minding his Life than his Lust hâ—d cast himself on the Queens bed Will he force the Queen said Ahasuerus before me in the House These words rang his passing Bell in the Court and aâ—cording to the Persian Fashion they covered hiâ— Face putting him in a winding sheet that was dead in the Kings Favour The next news we heâ—r oâ— him is that by exchange Haman inherits the Gibbeâ— of Mordecai and Mordecai the House and greatnesâ— of Haman The decree against the Iews being generally reversed A Dialogue between Job and his Wife The Argument Job's wicked Wife does urge him to despair And curse that God that of him still took care But wisely he rejects her curs'd advice And is restor'd to 's former Paradise Wife WHat a strange temper is this Can Iob still cringe and bend to him who from the height of happiness suffered him unpityless to fall under such a load of sad adversity Know you not yet your substance is destroyed your Sons that should have been the comfort of your Age slain and your self in every part afflicted with tormenting torturing and consuming Sores Job Yet must we not repine since it is the pleasure of that great Omnipotent who made us out of nothing breathed into us breath of life and from whom all we did enjoy proâ—eeded Wife Yet better it is you never had had being than to be thus contemptible thus miserable to undergo this ill-star'd what wellcomer can be than
death to one who labours under such an Agony Then turn your praises into curses that his wrath may vex yet hotter and by putting a full period to your days take you from this sad world of wo. Job Base wicked woman vile and foolish darest thou let a thought so monstrous harbour in thy breast much more how darest thou urge me to such damn'd Impiety Shall Job on whom he showred his favours once move his lips though in the softest murmur when he is pleased to stay his giving hand or call back what he gave no nothing ever shall prompt me to a guilt so horrible Wife Then you it seems will suffer patiently and stand the mark of fierce indignation tamely Job Whatever he inflicts it is for our good his chastening is to try if we are worthy of his favours nor will he wound beyond what he designs to heal His mercies are past numbring which in the midst of Iudgment he oft calls to mind and makes a full recompence for what he takes away therefore ever will I praise and with just adoration bless his holy name nay though he kill me yet will I trust in him and with dying Arms embrace the wounding Shaft sent by his hand to let out life Wife Well well I see then all I urge will work no effect on your meek mind inured to slavery serve him still and be the subject of his Tyranny bear all the Stripes he can bestow and fawning kiss the hand that strikes you do this and more whilst loud I laugh at the dull man that hugs his misery and will not daigne to pity him Job All you have said is my resolve no pain nor loss nor scorn shall shake my dear integrity all torments witty horror can invent were they comprised in one shall never break my constancy or make me prove a Rebel to the King of Heaven but with Faith unmoved I will trust in him till lifes last Sand is run expecting then to see him as he is and Hymn his Throne with Songs of praise Wife If that be your resolve I will fly the Mansion of such sorrow and seek shelter elsewhere whilst his Arrows beat on you Job Yet shall I not be comfortless his hand shall still sustain me and my Eyes shall yet see happy days The Conclusion Thus Job bears through afflictions stream which past He is restored to health and Riches vast And once more is the Glory of the East Nor dare the fiend his quiet than molest So those that trust in God are ever blest A Dialogue between Saul and his Armour-Bearer on Gilboa The Argument Saul routed flies but finding flight was vain He and his Armour-Bearer both are slain S. NOw now 't is almost come to pass as the grim Ghost related Israel is ovâ—â—thrown My Sons are slain in Battel and the bloody Foe makes havock of the flying people A. B. Great King 't is true the smiling Plains that looked so gay when first saluted by the Morning Sun put on a crimson Robe and wear instead of Flora's many coloured mantle the sad Livery of Death S. Yet Saul still lives he lives to see the mighty ruine to see his Children slain and all his mighty men of War fall by the Sword A. B. And still may live to be revenged of his now Tyrannizing Foes live to return as many deaths as now his Eyes behold the Philistins to triumph in S. O! Name not Life for that is the only thing that now is grievous to me Wretch that I am why did I fly why fell I not amid'st the fileâ— of War Why why did not I break through the pointed Squadrons and there bravely fighting rushed upon a thousand Swords and from a thousand enraged hands received a Death that well beseemed â— Monarch A. B. O! Let not Israels King dispair although the Fortune of the War now turns against him â—et fresh Armies may be raised and the Foe repelled live live If but to be revenged S. No Heaven decrees my fall and cutting short my Glories dates them with this day draw then your Sword and e're the Philistins overtake us sheath it in my Breast fâ—r now my Life is grown burthensome A. B. What means the King by this câ—mmand can be imagine that his Servant dares stretâ—◠〈◊〉 his â—and against the Lords anointed S. O let me beg you would not dispuâ—e what I request Renown and Glory will attend you for so brave a Deed nor can you do me better service than to let out my afflicted Soul A. B. Command me to kill my self and I will obey 〈◊〉 bid me meet the following Foe and charge A Squadâ—on with my single Arm I 'le gladly do it but dare not â—tretch my hand against my Sovereign S. The Enemy is now at our heels and time â—dmits no longer argument see see without your â—elp your King can find a way to the dread Pallace 〈◊〉 magnificent Death Whilst falling thus upon â—is Sword his loathed Life takes flight A. B. Hold hold my Lord for Heavens â—is past recall the desperate Deed is done the cruâ—â— word has pierced his Heart and I 'le not long survive 〈◊〉 imitating his Example fall thus by his side 't is 〈◊〉 't is done my blood flows fast now now I swim 〈◊〉 dazy mists and now a gloomy darkness seales my 〈◊〉 dies· Conclusion Saul slain with his three Sons the haughty Foâ— Cuts off his Head and his guilt Armour show In all their Coasts possessing Iacobs Towns And much inlarging their own scanty bounds Nor so contented but the Corps of Saul They fasten to subdued Bethshan's wall But thence the Iabish Gileadites it rest And for the burying of their Lord are blest David saluted King DAvid who after Gods own Heart was chose Having escap'd the danger of his Foes Run through the hazzards numerous to tell Saul slain he 's crown'd great King of Israel Him the Glad People from all Cities meet And loudly sing his praises in each Street Though Saul's rejected House does strive with him For Iacobs Scepter and bright Diadem Yet 't is in vain Heaven soon does end the strife Whilst mighty Abner is bereft of Life When as the Darling from whose Loyns must spring The great Messia Heavens all Glorious King In Triumph rides all fearless and does see How much he owes for his felicity To his Creator by whom Kings command On whom their regal Glories all depend Who sets them bounds and limits Kingly sway Chastizing those that dare but disobey His strict resolves whose will alone is Fate And whose bare word can all annihilate Davids kindness to Mephibosheth KIng David high establish'd in his Throne On former dangers safely now looks down Remembring how Saul sought his Life and hoâ— Between him and kind Ionathan a vow Pass'd in the great Iehova's sacred Name Then calls to mind Mephibosheth who lame And in distress was Son to him who still Had held him dear preventing the dire will Of Death conspiring Saul and
I would be private with my lovely Sister Tam. Ha! What means this eager gazing on me Why this wildness in your looks Why tâ—emble you and wherefore ebbs and flows the blâ—od in your disâ—rdeâ—ed Countenance Sure you are taken with sâ—me suddain 〈◊〉 shall I go and call the Kings Phâ—sitians Amn. It needs not you are the only Physitian can case my grief it is you alone can sâ—â—e your Brothers life Tam. Alas I have no skill in Physiâ—k â—now not 〈◊〉 disease Amn. You bear about you what will ease my â—â—in The distemper that torments me iâ— Lovâ—s â—urning Feaver which long time hâ—s prâ—y'd upon â—y spirits Tam. Love Why can you conceive yâ—â—r Siâ—ter â—â—tes you Sure you will not injâ—re her so much Amn. Then come to my Arms my lovely dear â—ar inchanting Tamar and conâ—eiâ— me none of Davids Son Tam. How why am not I your Sisâ—eâ— Haâ— â—hat mean you by this roughness Amn. To satiate my self with love and quench â—e Feavorish passion of my mind with Tamars Virâ—n Beauties Tam. Consider 't is not lawful wherefore then should Amnon shame himself and me by such a fâ—lly Amn. My fierce unâ—ounded passion has no room for reason and therefore urge not any thing in opposition to my vast desire Tam. If you love me as you say forbear to violate aâ— Sisters Honour and demand me of the King in Marriage that Jacob 's Sons may all applaud your Wisdom Amn. In vain is all you urge This hour this hour is that wherein I chose to perfect my felicity Then tamely yield what I request or by my Fathers Scepter thus I will force a passage â—o my Joys Tam. Why sure you dare not once approach your Sister with a design to force her Honour Amn What dares not Love attempt when it grows high when reason is wracked and virtue bears no form Tam. Oh! Look not thus seâ—erely wild upon me poor me a wretch betrayed into your power Consider you are David 's Son and I his much loved Daughter If not for mine yet for our Fathers sake if not for love yet in dread of his fierce Anger send me hence at this â—ime undefiled that I may nâ—t becâ—me a â—y-word 〈◊〉 the Daughters of the Land Tâ—us low upon my knees I beg it of my dear dear Brother Amn. To all your plaints I will be as deaf as Seas were they as loud as fighting Winds I 'de not regard them My desperate resolves are fixed immoveable as Mountains or the Wave-repâ—llinâ— Rocks against whom in vain the dashing Surgeâ— roar No Storms at Sea nor Ships in them Ablazâ— with whirling sumes that make the Top-mast cracâ— creates more terror than my wild desire And sincâ— you will not tamely yield but trifle with a passioâ— hot as Aeâ—na's mounting Fires with these stronâ— Arms I force you to my bed Tam. O help help help for Heavens sake I wiâ—â— die I will die before my honour O spare me spaâ—â— me Oh Oh Oh wretched wretched me what shall I do I am undone undone for ever Amn. Now the trifling shadow you so prized is gone and I have surfeited upon your sullied Beauties Therefore hence with speed lest a worse ruine fall upon you and for the future know what it is coily to parly with a Princes Love Tam. O never never will I hence but where I lost my honour there I will lose my Life See see my Bosom bare to stand your utmost fury sheath sheath your wellcome Dagger in a Breast polluted by your Breath Amn. No your Life is too mean a sacrifice for my Revenge but since you dare continue here against my will I will call my Servants to remove you What ho See see they come Io. Bear this Woman hence and see that all be made fast after her 't is I your Lord commands it see it be quickly done Tam. This this is cruelty beyond degree O may the just avenger judge my cause and recompence my wrongs upon your wicked your incestuous head that all such Monsters for the future may take warning by your fall She is forced out c. Conclusion Tamar thus forc'd and driven out does fly With Garments rent and many a piteous cry To Absalom who smothers his fierce rage Till at a Sheep-shearing he does engage The guilty Amnon causing him to fall Which on his head great Davids wrath doâ—s call A Dialogue between Absalom and Joab The Argument Absalom flying's tangl'd in an Oak Where Joab finding him the fatal stroak Forbid by David the bold youth receives Which him of Life i th' midst of Treason reaves Abs. O Fatal mischief What could worse befall me than thus to struggle betwixt Heaven and Earth not being capable of reaching either but here for ought I know must be the sport of whistling Winds and dangle till I dye Nor is this all my Glory is no more the battel is gonâ— against me and my bold Confederates in Rebellioâ— fallen by the Sword My Conscience stings me with remorse and all the dreadfull shapes that have been â—eigned methinks glare on me and deride the posture I am in But hark the rushing Bougâ—s give way and trampling of Horses now invade mine Ear. Hah 't is the Foe the bloody-minded Ioab now death is near to ease my pain and wellcom is it to afflicted Absalom Joab Hah Rebel are you taken in a snare Hâ—w strangely haâ— eternal providence fast hampered him whose Life with eagerness I sought Abs. Ioab consider who I am think on King David and the charge he gave you Joab I have considered and am come resolved to put a period to his life that durst rebell against a too indulgent Father and with impious Arms not only seek â—is Crown and Life but trouble peaceful Israel with unexpected War Abs. My Crimes I grant and tremble at what â—eadstrong rashness prompted me to undertake yet what injury have you susâ—ained Let him whom I have injured pass my doom let him drain out the Rebels blood that Absalom well pleased at his revenge may bless with dying murmurs the kind hand that gives the wound Joab In vain you ask a favour that will not be granted No the King is too indulgent and will melt in mercy towards him that urged his ruine and peâ—haps may be inclin'd to hearken to your protestations of future obedience and in pardoâ—ing give you opportunity to reach his life Therefore Abs. Therefore what Surâ—ly you dare not touch a life the King would save a life that is so dear to David Joab Yes Traytor Joab dare and came râ—solved to make the Rebel bleed to let out that rank blood that has infected the unstable Tribes Abs. Does it become a man of War to bait a Lion thus in the toils Thus to reproach a Prince at whose bare beck when high in favour you woâ—ld fly and humbly cringe to kiss the ground whereon he trod and fawning on him for self-interest flatter his Ambition till it swelled him into ruine Joab I
lend An ear unto poor Lazarus thy Friend Lazarus Most Noble sir view but these sores I bear And how each one doth like a Mouth appear For some relief my wounds do loudly cry And humbly beg your Christian Charity 〈◊〉 I ve lain here day by day unable E're to obtain the scraps fall from your Table The very Dogs more kindness shew than you Who lick my my sores and heal my ulcers too Alass great Sir I languish nay I dye Only for want of timely Charity Let me request your bounty for I know God will repay you double what I owe For Gods sake and your own let me but have Some kind relief to shield me from the Grave Scraps from your Table I do only crave Dives Why how now Sirrah how dare you presume To urge my patience with your begging tune How dare you venture at my Gate to ly Up and be gone or else prepare to dye Talk you of Sores and Wounds what 's that to me The Doggs indeed your fittest consorts be My Table is not spread to grant relief To every begging idle lazy Thief Such as your self may be for ought I know Be gone you Idle rascal Sirrah go Or I 'll release your idle cries and groans With a good Cudgel that shall break your bones What if you languish perish rot or dye Do so or hang your self pray what care I. You tell me God will double what I give Yet will not I believe it as I live Go to him then your self if you are able And tell me then who keeps the better Table So get you gone you lazy idle Theif I fear you there will find but small relief Lazarus Farewel proud scornful Dust and Ashes I Will henceforth only on my God rely With winged speed I will approach thy Throne And all my grief and misery make known Lord thou art able to relieve my wants â—elieve my misery and hear my plaints â—rom thee my God I do expect much more â—han ever I yet found at Dives door â—â—wever Gracious God I now must try â—y strength decays Great God behold I dye Angels 〈◊〉 blessed Lazarus all Hail we say â—e're sent thy Soul to Heaven to convey â—est Abraham attends with open Arms â—ho will secure thee from all future harms â—uze then bright Saint and Hallelujah sing â—hilst we with expedition take the Wing In order to transport thee to that place Of joy where Tears shall ne'r bedew thy Face Dives lifting up his eyes in Hell Behold me Father Abraham I lye Surrounded with eternal misery Shall Lazarus a blessed place obtain Whilst I all Hellish Torments do sustain Have mercy on me Father pray now send Thrice happy Lazarus to dip the end Of one of his blest fingers and asswage My hell tormented Tongue which fire makes rage Some cooling Water for my Tongue for I Must now in Hells Eternal Torments fry Abraham Remember Son to add unto thy grief When living you allow'd him no relief You then possess'd your good things he his bad You swam in mirth whilst Lazarus was sad But now the case is alter'd much for he Shall ever joy whilst you tormented be Besides a Gulf between us two there lies More deep than is the Earth beneath the Skies And let me tell you you will find it true You cannot come to me or I to you Dives Dear Father let me then this sute obtain Send him unto my Fathers House again Five Brethren there I have O let him tell To them the torments I indure in Hell And if they will not then their sins refrain Let Lazarus return to thee again Abraham Moses the Prophets too must be their Guide And pray what else should they desire beside Dives Nay Father Abraham but if one went Vnto them from the Grave they would repent Abraham If Moses and the Prophets will not do They 'll not believe a Messenger from you But further let me paraphrase on the Chaâ—ter as follows Hearken therefore now and I will speak of a great rich man that flourished here on Earth as a learned Divine observes In all pomp and abundance that shined in courtly purple Robes that was cloathed in Bissus and fine silk and fared deliciously that was lodged sofâ—ly that lived pleasantly But understand what became of this rich man his years being expired and his dayes numbred and his time determined he was invited to the fatal Banquet of black ugly death that maketh all men subject to the rigour of his Law his body was honourably buried in respect of his much wealth but what became of his Soul that was carried from his body to dwell with the devils from his purple robes to burning flames from his soft Silk and white Byssus to cruel pains in black Abissus from his Pallace here on Earth to the Pallace of Devils in Hell from Paradice to a dungeon from pleasures to pâ—ins from joy to torment and that by hellish means damâ—ed â—pirits into the infernal Lake of bottomless Barathrum where is wo wo wo Hearken also of a certain poor Beggar cloathed in â—â—gs with miseries pained pained with griefs grieved â—ith sores sorely tormented unmercifully condâ—mâ—ed â—ing at this rich Mans Gate desiring to be refreshed 〈◊〉 with the crumbs that fell from the rich mans table â—e dogs had more pitty than this rich man on this dâ—â—essed creature for they came to visit him they came comfort him they came and licked his sores Well his time being also determined he went the 〈◊〉 of all flesh and death was the finisâ—â—r of all his miseries and griefs Vita assumpsit mortem ut mors vitam acciperet he dyed once to live for ever And what became of his Soul it was carried from his body to his Master from a House of Clay to a House not made with hands from a Wilderness to a Paradice from an earthly prison to a heavenly pallace from the rich mans Gate to the City of the great God from pains to pleasures from miseries to joys from Adams corruption to Abrahams bosom It was carried by Angels into the quires of Angels to have his being and moving in the very moving Heavens with God himself Where is life food and abundance and glory and health and â—eace and eternity and all good things all aboâ—e all that either can be wished or desired And this is the subject that I shall now speak of What poor Lazarus What! lying at a gate and full of Sores too Would not this rich Man afford thee some out-house to ly in to shroud thee from storms and tempests no would not his servants pitty thee no would not his Childreâ— speak for thee no would not his Wife intreâ—â— her Husband for thee no Hadst thou ever doâ—â— them any wrong no But Lazarus it may be thou art stout and often-times Beggars will 〈◊〉 chusers thou perhaps wouldest have some greâ—â— Alms or some Copy-hold some Farm of this riâ—â— Man no Or thou wouldest have some delicâ—â— Meat no Many
their malicioâ— Rulers knew not against whom they cry'd nor whâ— it was they did P. I dare beleive as much but the sad deed is pâ—â—ecal and all you argue now is vain W. As to retrieve the fact it is but yet the glorious Prophet whom the foolish People think now dead if my Dreams inform me right lives lives Immortal never more to dye P. How lives Then fear strikes me horror chills me and I tremble at what you relate W. It was no common man that in that barbarous manner they have used but one who in his Hands has power of Life and Death A Power invincible not to be subdued by Armies had he not consented to lay down his Life P. Indeed his meekness melted me into Compassion and made me labour to deliver him W. This this was he of whom the Cibils sung in mistick numbers this this was that dear Prince of â—eace that should give Peace to the long warring World P. Then I am guilty of a horrid Crime but now it is â—ast in vain it is to argue it what I have done I in a â—anner was compelled to do therefore the Blood sâ—â—â—ed be on the guilty Nation as the clamorous Rout â—equired â—hilst I go mourn to wash away the Guilt â—f Blood so precious yet so vilely spilt W. And I likewise retire with fear and dread â—o worship him the foolish Iews think dead Zacheus in the Sycamore Tree A Prophet Risen yes a Prophet great Good just and wise if Fame the truth relâ—te â—s is wonder-working power has rais'd in me wondâ—rous longing his loved Face to see â—t still he is incompass'd with such croudâ— â—â—at each huge bulk the happy Object shrouds â—om my low stature yet I heard men say 〈◊〉 was to travel through a narrow way â—ading directly to my house if so 〈◊〉 add a height to what appears so low Upon the Branches of this shading Tree Little Zacheus shâ—ll advanced be So now I`m up and hither flows the croud With shouts with Praises and Hosannahs loud 'T is 't is the Lord now I shall see his Face O that I in his eyes may find some grace How lovâ—ly looks he O! â—ow innocent And now on me his radient eyes are bent Ha see he beckons Iâ—le with speed descend And on the wonder-working Lord attend Conclusion Thus goes the faiâ—hful Man and by command Does entertain the Lord of Sea and Land The King of all the Glâ—â—ious Heavenly Band. Nicodemus his Considerations form'd intâ— a Dialogue between him and the World The Argument By night the Ruler comes resolv'd to hear The sacred Doctrine ' câ—use the Paniâ—k fear He had of misbeleiâ—ing Juda â—w'd Morâ— than the wrath of an incâ—nsed God W. STrange it is you should neglect my motiâ—â— at this rate and pinâ— away with Imaginâ—â—tions of you know not what N. Be sâ—ill lâ—ud 〈◊〉 Fâ—lly sâ—mething witâ— commandâ— me to obey iâ—s diâ—tates and fly witâ— speed the Physitian W. To the phyâ—itian why are you disâ—ase then if so it is suâ—e I have a thousand Cordials give you ease made up of rich ingredientâ— such seldom fail man-kind N. Alâ—ss tâ—â— oft they do and aâ—e at bâ—st but luscious Pâ—isâ—n wâ—ich maâ— be antidoted fâ—r a time but in the eâ—d deâ—trâ—â—s the Patient W. How why sure the Man on whom I have â—â—stowed so many Favours câ—nnot be so much inâ—râ—â—â—ful to reject my kind advice N. Forbeaâ— tâ— trouble mâ— sâ—â—â—e it is noâ— in your â—owâ—r tâ—â—ive me ease a wounded Soâ—l you cannot câ—re but 〈◊〉 make it wâ—rse ◠〈◊〉 â—hat the thing that thuâ— disturâ—s my darling 〈◊〉 iâ— that be alâ— it is 〈◊〉 â—â—ing â—oâ—al fâ—r a day â—r â—â—o but fâ—asting â—our dull Senâ—â—s wiâ—h dâ—light and all your cares â—ill vanish N. In vâ—in you â—rge iâ— therefore uâ—ge no mâ—re frâ—m â—his daâ— I renâ—unce you and yoâ—â— guilâ—â—d vâ—nitiâ—s my 〈◊〉 Treâ—sures or whâ—teâ—â—â— you 〈◊〉 a soli◠〈…〉 hencefoâ—th be no 〈◊〉 tâ—e sâ—llâ—ce of mâ— mind bâ—t Viâ—tue that essential haâ—â—â—nâ—ss shall bâ— my deâ—r comâ—aniâ—n W. And will you then cast off â—our Grandure Gaiâ—y lay by your awful Robes anâ— leave your sumpâ—uous Fare to pine and languish to be fed with â—ears and sighs as those that do forsake me are will you I say fall under sad reproach contempt â—nd scorn N. This and much more I`le do for everlasting Life â—â—r will I argue longer least the happy motion thaâ— disâ—â—ses me to happiness should fail but with sâ—ift feet â—hilst â—arkâ—ess â—antles in the World fly â—o the Foâ—ntain â—f all â—oâ—s W. But thither I will â—ollw thâ—e and pull thâ—e â—ick if possiâ—le 〈…〉 â—our beleiâ— and stâ—ive to blind your Sence That you shall dimly see true Excellence A Memento to Hypocrites or an Imagined Dialogue bâ—tween Ananias and Saphira The Argument The Plot 's contriv'd they would have Heaven and yet Too great a price they would not give for it But purchase at a rate themselves think fit SEe how the crowding Pe ople flow to hear the new sprung Doctrine and bring dayly Gifts to those that teach it A. It is true nor must we be behind hand since we have embracâ—t it S. It is true but if we sell our poor inheritance and part with all the price how shall we afterwards subsist Indeed I 'de willingly partake of the joys the Teachers promise yet methinks I would not be poor for that will râ—nder us contemptible A. Take no care for that we`ll give and yet we will save enough to keep us from contempt S. But how if the fraud should be discovered A. O fear it not what Mâ—rtal can discover it he that bought it knows not ouâ— intention or if he does will never inquire how we bestow the coin S. I dare beleive as much therefore go you and lay a part of it at the great Teachers Feet whilst â— secure the rest and then I will follow for my Benediction A. I 'le do as you advise and hope to be as well accepted as those who part with all they have S. But if you should be asked if what you bring is the total Summ where are you then A. Why thinkest thou he that has devised cannoâ— without a blush affirm it is the whole nor let youâ— assuration be less least we should differ and by thaâ— means be detected S. I 'le warrant you I 'le have my lesson therefore be concerned no further but about it Conclusion Thus is the project laid though all in vain Yet such an one as might deceive meer man But good St. Peter fill'd with holy fire Sees through the thin device and as their hire Gives them to death by whose hard hand they dy That to the holy Ghost durst boldly lâ— A Dialogue between Satan and Simon Magus The Argument The Prince of darkness angry that his power Is baffled by Gods sacred Word a shower Of wrath designs to rain but can't devour S. HOw now my Vice-roy wherefore is it you give ground have not I