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A75483	Royall psalmes or, soliloquies of D. Anthony, King of Portingall. Wherein the sinner confesseth his sinnes, and imploreth the grace of God. / Translated into French by P. Durier ; into English by Baldwin St George, Gent.; Psalmi confessionales. English	António, Prior of Crato, 1531-1595.; St. George, Baldwin.; Du Ryer, Pierre, d. 1658.	1659 (1659)	Wing A3519; Thomason E2121_1; ESTC R22834	21,737	77

that thou inflicts are but to open an easier expedient to my cure and thou endangerest not my present life but as a preservative to a life more happy more glorious more triumphant But alas what is necessary for me falls so little under my cognizance that I check at the physick of thy mercifull prescripts I dread those afflictions whose rigorous violence ought to instruct and ought to be received as effects rather of mercy then of choler so that I fail in distinguishing the counter-poysons thou tenderest and how shall I distinguish them being not to be cured but by affliction yet I desire to be freed from an affliction so wholsome To conclude can there bud any hopes of a cure but from griefs Seeing sicknesse and disseases are the fruits of pleasure let me suffer them O Lord my God but to the end that my sorrows may be converted into Ioyes and I rejoyce with thee teach me how my sufferings may meet with thy divine pleasure and my owne salvation PSALM II. TIme with a swift current tides away yeares and dayes yet my unhappinesse still fixeth my condition I am still a sinner still call downe the viall of my God's Indignation Having been constantly wracked on the wheel of so many afflictions so many miseries they have not forced from me so much as one good thought one sensible detestation of my sins the sole Axletree whereon my misfortunes turne I regard not how I lend an advantageous foot to each dayes sinfull trips but have not regard to recover my foyls I still patch up my old iniquities with new offences and step from petty trespasses to capital how shall I entertaine the stroak of my last hour how shall I fly where shall I conceal my guilty head when Judgment summons to an appearance and I am cited to bring in my audit for my manifold receipts at what a blush will my inexcusable sloath negligence tongue-tied stand when I shall behold the awe of thy enthroned Majesty and must passe a strict scrutiny for the least peccadilloes in my behaviour and concernments I wil reply then my God I am over-charged O let thy mercy be an advocate in my cause who am I and where shall I find eloquence to make my tongue fertill with a rejoynder to thy Justice but what shall I do if thou urge a plea I must with a trembling bashfullnesse wrap my face in confusion and acknowledge I have not improved the stock wherewith I was entrusted I must confesse I have misdisbursed it in vanities and that it hath served as an exchequer to maintaine my lusts and that I have lavished it in living sinfully Alas did I say in living it is not an expression fit to cloath that condition I should rather say in dying I imagin'd I lived in the dayes of my voluptuousnesse but now a thorough-conviction lyes upon my soul I was dead because I lived without Thee the only true life How should I live when my memory affords not one instance that I have lived with thee In fine O my God since the life of a sinner is death I may truly conclude my death anticipated my life as yet I am not acquainted with life but stil remain in an empty channel cut off from my God the head and fountaine of life My corrupt inclinations still impregnated my tender age with occasions of offending thee I was scarce enfranchised from the womb when I sell into the bondage of sin At my nativity my cheeks were bedewed with teares for sins I was conceived in and knew not And I had scarce dryed up the teares for the sins of another but I began to commit sins my self which I did know yet have not lent them one teare I have delighted my selfe in the sins of my infancy and with my impurities prophan'd the innocency of that age which nature intended the Sanctuary and sacred treasury of all the purity of this life I have breathed nothing but concupiscence I have been the shamefull triumph of my base and sinfull affections and a web so thick hath spread it selfe over the eye of my understanding that I could not discern between light and darknesse between the smooth calmenesse of the mind and the tempestuous Billows of sensuallity In an age so ignorant and so little studious of good I have given a quicker care to the world then to heaven I have bin driven down the swift torrent of a deceitfull voluptuous stream and as if I had been carried away more with the love of torments then rewards I have acted here on Earth whatsoever might further my inevitable precipice into hell From a corrupted infancy I have proceeded to a debauched puberty my sins have shooted up with my yeares and have grown whilst I grew My vaine and vitious loves put on me the shape of a mad-man or barbarian and at the same time I was philtred and enchanted by their lushious witchcrafts I became mine own enemy and willingly ran into the fatall embraces of my own ruine The dayes of my puberty were graduates in the schooles of sinne Through the course of sinning I passed to the degree of my Youth which has left behind it no other tracts but the soyls and sullyings of vice every moment that adds to my age adds to my sins I have bin young I have attain'd the viril consistency of a man and disseising vice hath alwayes held the signiory of my Soul which owed allegiance unto virtue Age hath swan-plum'd my elder head yet it so little maturates my judgment that I tread not in the paths of thy heavenly directions and as if I were a child at a double Jubilee of yeares old and crasie as I am yet do I the actions of a Child What time hath bin so unprivy to my faults that it may encourage the least plea of Innocency Alas my God if thou should'st gratifie me to expect untill I pick'd out one moment of Innocency in my whole life to move in arrest of Judgement what advantage could I take of that favour since my life affords not one minute but loaden with a sin Thou art Just my God thy Judgements are Justice it selfe thy decisions match the merits of the cause When I seek for appeasing inducements I find in me nothing but provoking motives All my accounts carry the justice of a merrited fear And I cannot reckon them without summing up my transgressions I have bin alwayes active in iniquity I have constantly footed the dances of the wicked their instructions have been alwayes my charming musick I have wallowed in vices like a swine in the mire whose repast is ordure and filth nor have I fancied my selfe in other than in things vaine detractious and blasphemous whatsoever was wholesome became nauseous and that only had the gust to tickle my wanton palate which was mortiferous my Bosome-councell were the wicked I had no enjoyment but in the society of the reprobate my ambition was to aim at the wretched grandure of an

great compassion antevert that great day that fearfull day that day of teares and groanes prepare me by death to the commencement of life that I may fill the whole creation with encomiums of thy mercy Behold O Lord behold the posture of my soule behold the streights my concupiscence hath brought it in behold the stripes of that Fury preserve me from the power of an enemy that will prove inconquerable unlesse thy auxiliary forces intervene Knock off the shackles bolts of death O my God that I may chaine my selfe to thee who alone art the true life and that haveing cast away the care of all things I may follow thee who art more considerable then all things Lord my God God of mercy and salvation whisper to my soul I am thy safeguard thy prayers are accepted let it be done unto thee according to thy petition let such a voice my God draw my attention that following thee I may encounter thee encountring thee I may never depart from thee untill thou returns me whole For where shall I find physick for my greifs if I repair not to thee my God and who can prove a more expert physitian for my infirmities than he who hath stoop'd from heaven for the reparation of mankin'd and to apply remedies to his maladies who can better bestow life than he in whose hands is both life and death who can be a better pledge for my salvation amongst the gulphs and precipices of this world than my God and my Saviour Save me then enlighten me then thou art both the author of salvation and life to those repose their trust in thee And as thy power my God had no alpha let thy glory have no omega that we may magnifie thee that we may adore thee that we may erect immortal trophics to thy honour and render everlasting thanks to thee who art the eternall fountaine of mercyes I have bin estranged from thee and although my estrangenesse was an act of my owne will thou hast not failed to answer the beginning of my invocations with a timely assistance The quick applications of thy remedies have even prevented my complaints the very will to be cured perfects the cure and to will life is a motive sufficient to thy goodnesse that we receive it the extent of thy bounty is so large thy graces commonly anticipate the prayers of a repenting sinner I will confess my God and that will be a satisfactory allay to thy indignation how that I am conscious of my Iniquities how that I am acquainted with my evill doings and do wil a present cure Yea my God it is necessary I know them that the horrour I have may be implanted in my bones and that my soul may be affrighted at the terrible Image my memory copieth forth I discover to thy Divine Majesty my imperfections and my sins to the end thy Mercy may rase and pumice them forth and thou maiest enlighten the darke capacity of my soule that misleads me to a rebellion against thee As thou wilt not the Iniquity so thou desires not the death of a sinner but that he be converted and live the dead shall not praise thee my God none but thee living none but we shall be thy Panegyriks Quiresters and Trump through all ages the fullnesse of thy mercies and the tenor of thy bounties PSALM V. BEfore thee my God have I summed up my miseries not for thy information not to make known the Condition wherein I stand nor the paths I trace in the world because already they are fallen under thy eternall prescience and from eternity thou hast numbered my foot-steps Thou piercest through the obscurity of darkness thou disclosest all clossets there is nothing can withdraw it self from thy sight to thee are all things present thou dive'st into the Cabinet-counsells of our hearts our most secret thoughts to thee are patent I will therefore lay open my miseries that thou maist uncover thy mercy and spread over me thy protecting wing I will reveale my secrets that thou mayest conceale them that thou mayest be satisfied with the humility and brokennesse of my heart that by a sacrifice so propitiatory I may invite a plenary expiation of my offences I have hitherto cast up an audit of things horrible yet the reckoning falls short of what I have committed My conscience allarums me with continuall assaults continually represents the horrid Ideas of my trespasses and ingenders in my soul a worm that bites and corrodes without intermission but why may not the knawing corrosive of this worm consume all impurities and in consuming them consume it selfe My God let it not so feed that it may live eternally let it feed that it may dye and that by feeding by degrees it may leave to feed But alas how deplorable is my case I believed the latitude of my confession had circumscribed my sins but I must confesse it admits of larger bounds my memory still affords fresh instances of a deserved fear from thy Justice and as it swells with the whole iniquity of my life it is no sooner delivered of one particular but it groweth big with particulars more heinous more criminall Were the sand of the sea multiplied into figures it were an arithmetick too skant to cast up my transgressions Were my tongue centupled it were still impossible to count one of a million so that my greif is the more intense by reason all my impurities come not within the compasse of my memory because the wedgery of new offences drive and peg out the old ones But my God those I will not wrap up in silence my remembrance hath bundled up I will remove my affection from them that I may the more firmly settle it on Thee that thou weighing the humility of my soul and an eye floating in teares thy severity may be abated and thy tender sweetnesse encouraged Thou who art the reall sweetnesse the sweetnesse that entraps not the blessed sweetnesse the sweetnesse most assured and permanent I have entertained kindnesse with envy and malice charity with disrespect Kings Princes and the ministers of the Gospel have been under the lash of my tongue with outragious murmurings I have scandalized them encomiums of the good received reproof the actions of the wicked approbation if at any time the just were justly applauded at the same time my endeavours were to sully their reputations with impostures I have sifted out their most hidden failings I have bin so censoriously rigid towards them into grand crimes have I aggravated their petty trespasses on the contrary if the wicked received their due salary of a just infamy and consequently fell into disrespute and discredit with the world I have immediatly backed them I have extolled their imaginary vertues and prefer'd them before the just and perhaps have proved the ultimate cause to their perdition I have combined with the thiefe in purloyning my neighbor's goods and that nothing may be wanting to compleate my iniquity I have fathered the scandall on

ROYALL PSALMES OR SOLILOQUIES OF D. ANTHONY KING OF PORTINGALL Wherein the Sinner confesseth his Sinnes and imploreth the Grace of GOD. Translated into French By P. DURIER Into English by Baldwin St George Gent. LONDON Printed for Humphrey Moseley and are to be sold at his shop at the Prince's Armes in S. Pauls Church-yard 1659. A Tres-Haute et Tres Illustre PRINCESSE Francois de Lorraine Duchesse DE VENDOSME MADAM IL me semble que ces Pseames qui sont sortis d'une main Royale ne pouvient r'entrer en de plus illustres mains que les vostres Ils ont esté Composez par un Roy Je les presente à une Princesse dont la vertue n'est pas moins estimable que les sceptres les Courronnes Je scaybien que n'ayant pas cet'esprit de pieté qui est si necessaire pour faire valoir les ouvrages de cette nature Je n'ay pû aussy leur donner cette ardeur salutaire qui touche les pecheurs que leur premier autheur leur a si utilement donnee mais c'est Assez que l'on scache que vostre Grandeur ne les a pas ded'aigne pour croire qu'ils seront profitables Ainsi Madame je les ay seulement comencez en leur donnant des paroles pour les faire entendre en nostre Langue j'espere que vous les acheverez par vostre approbation Je ne chercheray point icy d'artifice pour obliger vostre Grandeur de les recevoir favorablement Je suis assuré Madame que vous n'y verrez rien qui ne vous plaise puis que vous n'y verrez rien qui ne réjouisse les Anges Mesmes C'est un pecheur qui se repent de ses fautes qui implore la miserecorde de son dieu qui fait de sa conversion la plus grande felicité qu'il puisse trouver sur la terre Il ne parle pas de langage de la cour parce qu'il scait bien que ce n'est pas le langage de dieu Il aime mieux concevoir de bons desirs que de prononcer de belles paroles pour-veu qu'il puisse dire qu'a pecche ill croit estre assez eloquent Je m'imagine done Madame que vouz aimerez le pecheur en ce glorieux estat que vous vous divertirez quelquesfois à luy voir répandre des larmes dont le repentir est la source C'est un divertisement qui n'est jamais desagreable aux ames vertueuses sainctes y est en cette occasion qu'on peut legitiment souhaiter de voir souspirer son pro chain Jesuis Madame De vostre Grandeur le tres-humble tres-obeissant tres-fidelle Serviteur DURYER To the truly HONORABLE Noble and most vertuous Lady The Lady ANNE INGOLDSBY MADAM MY apprehensive quil drew-in its bashfull Inke at the presumption to frontispiece so mean a present as a Translation with an Inscription to a Person of so much Honour so much worth so thronged an Inventory and so compleat a Synopsis of all Perfections But emboldned first by the Precedent of the French Translator secondly encouraged by the Piety of the Subject moved thirdly by the Noblenesse of the Author It hath distilled some obliged drops towards this Dedication to your Ladyship of a French treatise done into the English dialect to an unparallel'd Mistriss in both of a Pious subject to a pious Patronesse of a Noble Author to a Noble Lady Madam you shall here behold a Royal Convert The Angells rejoyce at the Conversion of a sinner and as your vertues intitle you to their Fellowship and something above mortall in your beauty to their resemblance you must necessarily partake of their Joy and fill up the quire of that Coelestiall Hierarchy with your Allelujah's And seeing nothing but a little Clay which although in reference to your Ladyship 's amiable Symmetry is stamped with a preparative Angelicall Impresse detaineth you from the present enjoyment of their blessed Society you cannot neverthelesse but be alike moved with them and will I hope afford the Gracious Influence of your Protecting beames to the unworthy Interpreter of these welcome Tydings and crown him which is the highest ayme his ambition levells at with a Crown studded and enammell'd with your smiles As this Consideration seemed to extenuate my boldnesse So the Universall engaging sweetnesse of your disposition the obliging Prodigallity of your favours to me in particular and the deep sense of gratitude to your noble family and relations VVarranted the Inscription and Commands the Subscription of Madam Your Ladiship 's most humble and vowed Servant B. St. George ROYALL PSALMES OR SOLILOQUIES OF D. ANTHONY KING OF PORTVGALL Wherein the Sinner confesseth his Sinnes and imploreth the Grace of GOD. WHence shall I exhale tears enough to pay a deluge for the strayings and disorders of my soul When I throw my Considerations on the pasttrod paths of my life and cast a speculative optick on the passages of my youth horror and sadnesse arrests my survey This reflection on my selfe reverberates to my soul nothing but trembling nothing but condemnation nothing but dispaire nothing but confusion I know what I have bin I have known what I ought to have bin I know not now what I am I apprehend what I shall bee And the lesse my sorrow is for offending God the more the apprehensions of it is enlarged Why cannot I repent more that I may fear lesse Alas I have bin long under thy scourge O Lord and the heavinesse of thy hand makes me feel the weight of my transgressions yet cannot I fix a repentant kisse to that Rod. Long hast thou lured me yet I remaine still unreclaimed long hast thou rais'd and plai'd thy Batteries to force a passage to my heart yet I so much my owne enemy deny an amicable Interveiw to one who brings and offers life A thousand evills cast up their trenches round about me death threateneth me in the van flank and reare and although I am storm'd with all sorts of calamities and afflictions yet my soul hath not one hostage-teare to ransome my salvation These ills have not only ataqued mine age my life and sufferings comenced together from my youth I am a man of sorrow In fine I may on the counters of my dysasters cast up the single moments of my life and now I suffer because suffering taught me not repentance for my faults O the admirable prudence of the heavenly and great Physitian O the immense goodness of the King of kings the Soveraign of heaven and earth O the bountifull opennesse of that hand that stroweth about its favours O my God thou underbladders't me with greifs that I may not sink in pleasures that I may learne to rejoyce without making my Joyes criminall thou delegates sorrows finite to attone for sorrowes Infinite thou dismantles my body of comforts to cloathe my soul with salvation The wounds

eminent sinner I was dextrous in excusing slow in accusing my selfe To steel and harden my heart was the butt of my bended endeavours and the not-acknowledging my selfe a sinner the more aggravation it heaped on my sins the lesse minorations is left my excuses I was negligent in procuring Balsome for my wounded soul sleighted all recipe's and grew enraged against those beyond the limits of all reason and respect vvho forced a seasonable Chirurgy I have knit my fists at the instructor and opened my armes to the flatterer my eares have not admitted-in thy peace-propounding-trumpets but given audience to those that came without thy orders In fine my God the vanity of the world hath been the whole course of my studies All my discourses were lies in the addresses of all my affaires I have courted darknesse before light See here the landskip of my actions see the card of my whole life Where is there any thing to be found but provocatives of thy just indignation So that I will answer thy interrogatories with nothing but humble confessions and since thou hast taught me selfe-accusation proves the most acceptable excuse I will sue out my Justification with the bare acknowledgment of my crimes rase out from thy memory the disorders of my youth and indite me not at the Barre of thy Justice It is impossible for man to be justified before thee but if I must passe thorough thy judgments turne me over O God to the Bench of thy Mercy and remember I am the workmanship of thy own hands although a sinner If my sins provoke let thy mercy appease let its intercession merit the repentance of him that adores thee let it bound thy justly-incensed wrath In fine let it snatch me out of the fiery embraces of hell to the end my soul may eccho forth thy praises and trump throughout all the corners of the earth the effects of thy clemency PSALM III. WHat an aggravated unhappiness is it to have incensed the author of happiness to have offended the purchaser of Salvation and to have despised so superciliously his precepts I have willingly quitted the pathes of felicity and like a stray sheep wandred and straggled within the shot and command of all occasions that might gape after and design my destruction I have roved every where and every where been assayled by troops of sorrows griefs and misfortunes I have been wildred in the Meanders of perdition and iniquity I have left no place unbeaten that I might spring to my self repose and consolation but I retriv'd them not because I minded not Thee my God Without enquiring after the territories of peace I have travelled through a Barren land the demeansns of death and sinne where horror and pain encamp and where the Soul lyes sentenced to the Marshalsey of everlasting torments Whilst I glittered in pomp and dignity I was dasl'd with their coruscancy and as if I had been Nabucadonoser'd into a beast Woods and Caves were my shelters Whilst I was mired in pleasures I was plung'd in troubles my couche was prepar'd on a precipice at the same instant both sleep and ruine crept upon me such a mist interposed the beames of my reason that I expected anchorage in the midst of so many stormes and so many perils What course shall I steere in what creek shall I secure my selfe being beaten on a lee-shore amidst the shelves and shoales of encompassing dangers The hopes that convoyed my youth are dispersed and vanished and I am become like to one shipwracked who having lost his vessell sends a watery eye after his floating treasures scourged hither and thither by the tyrannous winds and no less imperious waves I am farre from harbors can kenne no land that gives hopes of escape I let my self be driven on the rocks where I must most miserably perish The Enimy hath planted his Ambuscadoes and I never mistrusted I have walked without fear or suspition over the pit-falls he hath covered for me and as if I were accessary to my owne perdition I have clapp'd an extinguisher on the light that should guide to their discovery I have soothed my self in my sinnes nor could I fasten in my Imagination the least opinion of homage due from my youth to the Signiorie of death Thus my Soul being over-reached by the vanity of that false position gave entertainment to all extravagant appetites I held forth a willing arme to ushering sensuality and was carried wheresoever her policy and tyranny led me Why said I disputing with my self should I dream of death why should I fixe my thoughts on the end before the middle hath taken up my considerations life enough is left unspunne to meditate a recollection a suddain conversion waites on my will at all seasons Thus have I grown old in my impieties thus are my ill customes become habituall and thus as a Gally-slave to sinne chain'd to its oare I must obey I am like unto a lunatique that hates both life and body and armes his fury against the one and the other untill his totally sopited and besotted reason leaves to command his actions But alass the bent of my hate is of a nature more strange more pernitious The lunatick fastens on his body bends but his fist and blows against clay but my obduratenesse in sinne makes me fasten on my Soul and conclude its wounds in murther Having thus climbed by degrees to the top of Iniquity day after day I irritate my God and my obstinacy calls upon the justice of his fury and my perdition I have been often forced to smoother the inveterate and wicked flames that prey upon me But it is impossible to secure my heart from them their fewell is in mee they are lodg'd in my bones O my God spread thy gracious wings over me I am not able to quench this destroying fire but with the saving fire of thy divine love I have not strength enough to cast off the yoke of sinne thy assistance must work my dis-ingagement and thy succors must prove the reserves to my weaker forces My deserts I must confesse dare not move for these favours but since thy goodnesse causeth the sunne to comfort the good and bad with the radiancy of an equall Influence and that thou layest thy obligations on the unworthy and on those that beg them not at thy hands I cannot conceive thou wilt be so thrifty of thy spirituall riches towards one that begs with the vehemency of so Intent an ardour and with the deep sense of so much sorrow for his offences Move thy compassion towards me give eare to the humble sute of a poor wretch thou that art rich in mercies thou that gloriest in the facility of pardoning thou that washest away the evill habits of the will thou that hearkens to the complaints of the captives thou that breakest the Netts we pitch for our selves thou that buyest our liberty when we sell our selves to slavery and imploy the false liberty men think they injoy without thee against

thee stretch forth thy hands that the worke of thy hands may not perrish that I may not fall into the bottomlesse pitt that affords not one drop of watter to quench the everlasting flames that tortures sinners deliver me from the Jawes of the roaring Lyon who searcheth me for his prey and vvill not leave off his bloodthirsting scent thou vvho art my Protector and in vvhose mercy all my hopes cast anchor let the effects of thy mercies answer the hopes of them because I have hoped in thee my God I shall not be confounded and having in the conclusion tasted the returnes of my prayers I vvill beare a part to thy glory vvith the heavenly Quires of Angells and blessed Spirits PSALM IV. MY nightly couch hath been curtain'd about with melancholy feare and terrour have given their unwelcome attendance to my fancy my conscience makes mortal and re-iterated thrusts nor am I dexterous enough to ward its passes and the least wound I receive is from the tuck of an Enimy I cannot allay my disquieting thoughts hovering Illusions interrupt my sleeps instead of affording its naturall repose it ministers to my inquietude It is an impossibility sleep should attaque my eye-lids if a wearinesse stroak my temples with the hopes of a slumber a restlesnesse in me frustrates its blanditions I feele a late what devouring fire creeps through my entrailes which receivs recruits from my watchings The food disrelisheth that relished before I mingle teares with my Beverage my forehead is bound about with confusion shame spreds it selfe over my face When I ruminate on my offences towards my God and in how many sundry wayes I have abused my owne abilityes and his favours The study of vanity hath Ingross'd the sum of my dayes I grow pale with cares opposite to my good permitting my selfe to be carried away with the extravagancy of my conceipts and the Injustice of my desires my losse is become Irreparable I have let slip the time destin'd for the working forth of my salvation I fed my Imagination with dreames my eyes seem'd to entertaine nothing but realities and they proved meere delusions In fine I have deceived my self my vanities and ravings have conspired my ruine my aymes reached heaven and the depth of Hell received me and since my veterane sins teeme new offences and one abysse draweth another Abysse my soul enervated by vice is become feeble and I am now as rottenness in the Nosthrills of men My wishes catch at impossibilities and the imaginary possession of them renders me not unlike to one who dreaming golden dreames at his awaking is seised with a regretfull corrosive for his vanished treasure I am but a worme my God yet such a stranger to my selfe I have had an aspiring boldnesse rearedme over the tops of others heads all my discourses have beene tipped with fastuous affectation I conceived the elixar of wisdome to consist in that pride I became intolerable to those resembled me a fantastique groundlesse choler hath often hurried me on to be injurious This cruell passion was so innate my soul itselfe nursed it without the least incouragement of a provocation so long as it raigned in me not only my selfe servants and relations but I my self participated the fury of its tyranny And without consideration how God upraided me not with the Immensity of his favors I hit my freinds in the teeth with scarce obliging civilities I have murmured under the pressure of my misfortunes I have placed my hopes in man and waved my confidence in God I entertained truth with deafness wholsome documents with offence the instructor with anger the pilots of salvation with dislike my genius hath bin abusive I have courted vengeance for the least affront or punctillio and anticipated the prerogative of God whose prerogative it is to revenge I have bin disrespectfull to the Maintainers of a good cause Retorts although seasoned with sweetnesse and humility moved my choler what was good in the good squared not with my humor Brawls and contentions made up my divertisements I was a skilfull pioneer in undermining the friendship of Bretheren and in manuing discord and hatred amongst them to the best advantage good instructions have touched my theory but were never welcomed by my practise they have knockt at my eares but were not admitted into my heart I have carressed evill counsellors whose endeavors were to please they have filled a choise place in my savour But I fancied not a tell-troth nor those that with a wholsome freedome both hinted at my imperfections and persued them with a pious correction I have not stretched forth my hand to those in distresse and who snatched at my needful assistance I have not shared my morsells with the poor whom death had beleagured with famine and necessity I have turned mine eyes from the begger and the sick lest a sensible compassion should triumph over my avarice and engage an Almes I have had no care to discharge my debts nor to restore the depositums to those who confided in me with the greater facility To answer my unlimitted desires I have bankrup't my neighbor by borrowing what I never restored I groped after wealth but as an easier expedient to sin I have appeared rich upon a vaine and sinfull account but alwaies poor upon a charitable one I wanted nothing to entertain my concupiscence I wanted every thing to treat piety I have banished moderation from my trencher with horrid excesses overcharged nature that is satisfied with a little and is the very schoolemistris of temperance I have paied a strange Idolatry to my Belly I have built my glory upon an earthly foundation which could threaten nothing but distruction The most exquisite rarities have been searched for to furnish out my table I have faigned inconveniencies to excuse my nicities necessity hath been often urged as a pretext for my gluttony my complacency hath bin with addultresses I have loved the conversation of the incontinent My impurities have arived to such a pitch that I have not confidence to expresse what I have had confidence to commit I have bound out my eares and tongue apprentices to vanity with a favorable attention I have sucked in flatteries and when in my opinion my prayses came short I have made them up with them of my owne mintage When an occasion of applause has bin offered I have bin tickled with applauding my selfe and with the applause of others In terrestriall delicacies I have forfeited the cates of heaven if at any time the apprehensive horror of death and Judgment dreweth me sorth of that pitt which the entregues of worldly pleasures hath sunck for us at the same instant I slip back againe I am like to a dog that returnes to his vomit I am dead as to good workes I still live in sinns and although a neere borderer on the frontiers of death neverthelesse undismaied with the terrour and dreadfullnesse of its approaches I run upon it But O my God let thy