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death_n	die_v	fear_v	life_n	8,855	5	5.0708	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A47081	Mercy triumphing over judgement or, A warning for Sabbath-breakers Published for Gods glory and the benefit of all true Christians. By me Thomas Jones, of the City of Hereford. Who for prophaning the Lords Day was [m]ost miraculously strucken by the hand of God, and ut[te]rly depriv'd of all my senses, for the space of 4 years; [an]d now by his great mercy (upon my hearty repen[ta]nce) being perfectly restored to my former health, I [w]as moved to set forth this ensuing relation, as a testi[m]ony of my thankfulnesse to God for his fatherly [ch]astisement; and that all others by my example, may [b]e deterred from so hainous an offence as Sabbath-breaking.	Jones, Thomas, of Hereford.	1641 (1641)	Wing J993A; ESTC S103195	21,118	49

desp'rate bloody wound There he the vaines did cut then as a flood Did issue thence abundance of my blood In streames it ran till I had lost my breath Then all men fear'd that I should bleed to death Yet after I six quarts or seaven did bleed My blood did stop and I from paine was freed Then did my worthy Master send againe To divers Shires a Surgeon to obtaine Who had more skill for I was growne most weake Languish I did they thought I could not speake Thus I remain'd a weeke they say and more In wofull case impatience made me rore With me the Surgeon and Physition staid Expecting still to have more skilfull aid Now when 't was thought that I was almost spent A skilfull Surgeon unto me God sent Out of Glamorganshire from thence he came By chance Iohn Nichols was the Surgeons name Who when he saw how ghastly I did lye He said I was past hopes to live but dye I should ere it were long and thought it best For to with-hold his skill and not molest My lingring life which made my Master grieve And thence returne and say he cannot live If he no skill will shew he needs must dye But if his best he doth what remedy Then when my Masters griefe and feare was past Unto the Surgeon he thus said at last Be pleas'd I pray to let him dye with skill That 's all I crave for God must have his will The Surgeon then unto my Chamber turn'd Where many fear'd and hop'd and wept and mourn'd Then did he raise me up small hopes I have Saith he death I doe smell his life I cannot save Yet in the name of God he did begin To view the wound which I had for my sin God out of ill drawes good and who doth know If unto him the Lord will mercy show While that he breathes saith he in hope I live That God in mercy will assistance give To what I undertake I must confesse Ten thousand in the world are kil'd with lesse A stroake upon the Temples of the head Without a wound or fracture strikes men dead Therefore my brother Surgeon shewd his skill Whose aid I crave I shall applaud him still If in the head the fracture were not found Before this time he had beene in the ground In Brecknockeshire he lives one of his name Did live in Hereford and dy'd with fame He was a noted Surgeon of account Who to the seat of justice there did mount When I a Schoole-boy was he then was Maior And ore the Citty swaid in justice chaire His name was Thomas Williams there approv'd For knowledge wit and skill of all belov'd My Surgeon here is of that name and nature Ordain'd of God to make me live Gods creature And here on earth his servant would I be To blaze his love and mercy unto me This dreadfull newes to Hereford did come Which struck my brother friends and mother dumbe Then she who never thought to visit Wales God did appoint to mount those hils and dales If any were within that sad short way She did not them respect with delay She and my brother came with speed to see What dire mischance had happened unto me Oh! for my sins is was on God blest day For which my Conscience makes me fast and pray His Sabbath I prophaned sundry times But specially I grieve for all those crimes I did on Whitsunday declar'd before Which caus'd the Lord to punish me so sore Wherefore with heart and soule I dayly pray That I may truely keepe his Sabbath day Lord make the world detest that great offence And let all Christians have that spirituall sence The Surgeon whom God sent began to try His hopefull skill my wound he did unty The sharpe incision made he open layd Which made my friends the lookers on affraid Saying with feare if more blood this man spill He needs must dye yet doth he dye with skill Then he replyd thinke you my skill so small VVhat ere I doe there shall not much blood fall From him my flesh he scar'd as he thought good And with his fingers still he stopt the blood My skin he flaid and did raspe out that bone Which in my temples cract upon a stone But by Gods providence and Surgeons skill A spoonfull more of blood he did not spill The bone wraspt up it smeld egregiously And ore the braine he said three skins did lye ●f each of them were putrify'd then he May linger yet but long he cannot be Alive two tainte where the third was not With putrifaction stain'd blemish or spot Whereat my friends and Surgion did rejoyce ●n hope the Lord my God did heare the voice Of some that prayd yet they an alteration Feard which fell beyond mans expectation For God himselfe which did my flesh torment Reviv'd my soule and made my heart repent Then in the morne before the breake of day The Surgeon sent to see how quiet I lay My loving friends who watcht with me that night With courteous words againe did him requite Surely said they the Surgeon hands are blest For since his fall he tooke not so much rest The former Surgeon his attendance gave And all things brought which he desir'd to have Their care their paines their love did still abound They griev'd they fear'd they hop'd I mercy found With God and when they hopes of life did see They prais'd the Lord and each one prayd for me Then did they view my dreadfull wound againe And order gave what meats I should refraine And when my grievous wound they view and drest The Surgeon God did send made this request Cause I have many patients here and there And my long absence might put them in feare I pray be pleas'd sith feare of death is past That unto them againe I now may hast His brother Williams he would leave with me For under God he sav'd your life said he Had not he found the fracture in the head And an incision made you had beene dead Before this time therefore you live to God All comes from him he smote you with his rod These words my Masters pleas'd my friends also Who said to him you know your time to goe Let us not hinder you goe when you please For God appointed you to give him ease After which time he two dayes more did stay But then with speed he seem'd to post away The former Surgeon then his skill did shew But how this wound I had I did not know For after I abus'd the Sabbath day I did remaine in health a weeke they say And more but all that time I cannot tell What ere I did being then both sound and well Nor six weekes after I was hurt alas Nothing I know nor how it came to passe But by relation I will make it knowne Wherefore Gods judgement was upon me showne It was for mine offence seven weekes before Which still I doe remember but no more Saving those things I did

markt what fearefull sin Our fore-fathers did too too much runne in Gods mighty wrath they often did provoke Yet soone it vanisht as the Airy smoake But most severe he hath beene unto those Who did his Sabbath breake when they might choose Witnesse the man who for a small offence On Gods blest day death was his recompence He onely gathered sticks to serve his need But from neglect or sloth it did proceed God seaven dayes did make and did exempt But one for his owne use now in contempt If man abuse his Sabbath which he blest And from his worldly labours will not rest Or if we lewdly spend the Sabbath day Or carelessely his sacred will obey Or if that day our duties we neglect For that offence wee may the like expect But he that gathered sticks and I have bin Thus plagu'd that others may abhorre that sin Praysed be God for it though I have beene Ere since perplext in mind yet hath he seene Me dayly on my knees for mercy praving And with repentant teares alwayes am saying O Lord my God my faith my hope encrease My weake petitions grant when thou shalt please Yet all those faculties which I enjoy'd For seven yeares the Lord my God annoy'd But I with faith and hope did alwayes pray Unto him still whose mercy doth o'resway His justice great for in all ages past Gods dreadfull wrath did but a moment last And his chastisement which in mercy fall The greater blessings doe attend them all Witnesse the Thiefe that dyed with our Saviour His faith upon the Crosse his last behaviour Made him with Jesus Christ to live for ever And with the Saints he Lauds th' Almighty giver Of Heaven and Earth of joy of Peace of Rest The onely man that at his Death was blest Now seeing in mercy God chastised me With faith I hope my life was his decree He turn'd my teares to smiles and in my sleepe The Spirit that spake true promise then did keepe For long before the time was at an end A married wife from London God did send Unto her husband who in Brecknocke liv'd Where he with sicknesse was long vext and griev'd Now in this second M●trymoniall knot Gods love and mercy shall not be forgot For when the Sick-mans meanes was almost gon It was encreast past hopes by God alone Who made his wife returne to ease his heart And from her gold most freely she did part She travail'd far and neere by day and night To gaine Physitions aid if that she might No cost she spar'd no physicke did he lacke But all in vaine for death at crusht his backe Yet God did make their love againe more strong Then ere it was which death did crosse ere long For Atropo's stole with his dierfull knife And suddainly did cut his thred of life Before his death she dream'd by her relation Unto their friends beyond mans expectation She being with child was often sicke with feare Then in a dreame her Unckle did appeare To her and to her comfort thus he said Thinke on Christ Jesus be not thou dismaid On wednesday thou shalt ease and comfort have But when she wak'd the man was in his grave In dust and ashes he was long before For he had then beene dead six yeares and more Her husband being in tomb'd within the earth Two children strove in her to have their birth Then two moneths after upon Friday night Strong throws and labour did her soule affright Yea day by day she was in mortall paine Untill that hopefull wednesday came againe The Mid-wife and her friends this counsell gave To cut her wombe that she her life might save But she replied nay God forbid that I Should rip my wombe no rather let me dye But on the wednesday morne that followed next Her griefe encreast and she was more perplext Then from her wombe a sweet girle there did spring Which did encrease her faith not feare deaths sting Yet then her throws encreas'd she had more paine Till from her wombe a dead child sprung againe Which was a boy the girle on earth did live Eleaven dayes Then Christ her soule did give To God and all her friends with one accord Did humbly praise th' eternall mighty Lord Who such a wonder on a stranger wrought The like was never seene in Wales t is thought God sav'd her life past hopes and made her know The day that his great mercy he would show To her her friends thus said she was belov'd Of God for God her faith and patience prov'd She was chastis'd to shew that she was blest God spar'd her life her faith the heavens increast Her love her care of him who caus'd her wo Doth shew her faith yet she they said must do The like no doubt Gods glory she must raise For which she lives to gaine eternall praise Cease doting Muse in vaine thou setst her forth God knowes her heart let heav'ns make knowne her worth She being restored to her health againe Among her husbands friends she did maintaine Her selfe according to her rancke and blood In modest sort during her widdow-hood She taught to sow to wash to starch to read Her love her fame in divers shires did spread From whence the Gentry did their children send To her her breeding they did still commend Her paines her care her love gave all content The heaven of heavens did know her true intent Then did she dreame againe as t was reported A Painter to her company resorted He gain'd her love to him she married was But thought that it would never come to passe When she awak't but in the morning she Did aske what Painters here in Wales might be Her friends reply'd truly we know not well But in this Towne there 's one we all can tell This night said she a Painter won my love A blacke haird man of him I did approve But now the Painter I have lost my love Is God who did my faith and patience prove Then when she was growne strong she did returne Unto that house where she began to mourne For her late husband dead but when againe She came my mother neere her did remaine Where they close neighbors for a twelve month liv'd And oft discours'd sometimes wherefore they griev'd My mother finding her most loving courteous kind Of good conditions and a zealous mind They both were intimate and liv'd together More deare then neighbours for I knew not whether Greater affection bore unto each other Then for her kind respects unto my Mother In commendations of her blessed name I these unpolisht lines did frame Mary a Virgin God and Man did beare Who conquer'd Death for those in thraldome were And you in name and nature blest also For health unto the Virgins Son did go Your love your faith your hope in God your joy Brought you to him who did death hell destroy Then when the Spirits promise did grow neere Fresh hopes reviv'd my heart as shall appeare My senses all

blood E N R I E T E   M Maintaine this Branch aspiring with thy love And blesse her Dayes make her a Turtle Dove Regard the Zeale of this young Branthers Steke Increase their Faith they are thy sheepe thy Flocke All joyfull Trees and Plants about them grow Palme Trees and Cedars unto them shall Bowe Rare vines shall twist about this Branch a Tree In Time but then a Cedar she shall bee Sweet vertuous lovely comely to behold Each sprig and leafe shall be of beaten Gold A R I A P R I S E To all true Christians REAERS and others SIth Schollers Toads and Spiders doe commend I hope a Trades-mans Mite cannot offend Such venomous creatures Christians loath or hate But this my Mite may prove more fortunate Yet Toads and Spiders serve God in their kind And doth his will whereto they are assign'd Each creeping thing 's ordain'd by Gods decree All things were made for man in some degree The Poyson which makes vermine breake or swell Most precious is Physitians best can tell Yet though they loathsome are to mortall eyes Within this world their shame and sorrow dyes But man who sins on earth continually Death shall not end his shame nor misery Then doth his woe begin for whom I pray Although they scorne and hate what now I say Then shall he know that God caus'd me to write The Sabbaths praise his gift or Trades-mans Mite Then shall proud gallants wish would they had bin As weake as I or vermine void of sin Sin 's therefore worse then death then Hell the Devil And of all sin Pride is the greatest evil Pride makes men hate and loath and scorne the poor Yet shall a Trades-mans Mite strike every door Open therefore and let instruction in Observe Gods day with zeale abandon sin Then in this world thou shalt begin true joy For Death and Hell Christ Jesus did destroy Though Reprobates this Mite doth discommend The gift of God my faith shall have no end Before I declare the manner of that fearefull Acciden● which I conceive happened to me for prophaning the Sabbath of the Lord my God I will recite unto you the first Verses tha● ever I made which is the gift of God bestowed on me since h● Chastisement contayning a Dialogue betweene my Soule an● Body And in the end of this Pamphlet you shall see the Praye● which I made when I was deprived of my speech and Sences An Acrostick Elegie on my brothers name made at th● Newes of his death my descent my owne and wives Anagrams her descent an Acrostick on her name made on th● words she spake on her Death-bed I lamentted her death an● concluded with a thanksgiving and Prayer in Verse To which Booke I have added an Antidot f●r troubled Soule● or the fruit of repentance which a friend delivered unto me sin● I was recovered of my numnesse The Authors first beginning to make Verses which straine came naturally to him since his affliction A Dialogue betweene his Soule and Bodie The Argument I Lay amaz'd when as I seem'd as dead I thought my Soule was from my Body fled The wings did take and through the Clouds did sore Which made me faint then God I did implore To view my dolefull wretched ghastly plight Most weake as dead I seem'd in mortalls sight Then 't was Gods will we should discourse in Verse ●n these plaine tearmes which now I will rehearse THE DIALOGUE SOVLE I Like a Pilgrime wandred to and fro Twixt heav'n earth still crost by mans dread fo To heaven I fled where blessed Soules remaine The spirit from thence did send me backe againe To earth to thee from whom amaz'd I fled When gapsing on the ground thou layst as dead Then he who doth by feare his servants prove Sent me againe to testifie his love BODY VVElcome sweet soule thrice welcome unto me We liv'd as one I thought we did agree I wept I mournd since you did me disdaine As dead I liv'd which caus'd me to complaine A sudden death I ever thought a curse But your departure made mine seeme far worse Yet senselesse did I live I felt no paine Nor know I when or how I did complaine SOVLE VVHen from earth's Center I did mount on high The damned Fiend pursu'd me instantly And there proclam'd what sins I did commit Which made me quake and feare and tremble Yet My faith my hope and feare together strave Faith hope embrac'd but feare no rest could have Then did my chiefe commander this decree That I should redescend to earth in thee BODY GOds justice is severe yet mercy found Me out when I lay tumbling on the ground And then I thought th' immortall spirit said Christ dy'd for him sad soule be not afraid Returne returne let nothing thee dismay Christ is thy life thy health thy helpe thy stay The Trine that 's blest likewise those words he spake When death perforce would thy possession take SOVLE THy faith thy hope hath sent me backe with joy Abandon feare Christ will our Foes destroy Thy faith God saw thy hope thy heart thy zeale When at his feet I humbly did appeale His sacred spirit shew'd thee then his will Cause on his mercy thou dependedst still Now see behold his love hath sent me backe To thee his grace therefore we shall not lacke BODY AS heav'n bright Sun doth cleare the misti'st morn So doth my soule refresh my heart forlorne As heav'nly dewes the parched earth doe cherish So doth my soule my heart who thought to perish As Cynthias beames makes cleare the sable night So bright my soule doth shine to me most light As heav'n and earth obeys our God the chiefe So would my heart his will be done in briefe SOVLE THy haplesse fall a happy chance did prove Thy faith thy hope hath gaind thy Saviours love That suddaine fearefull spectacle most strange Declares thy faith which scornes for feare to change God turneth griefe and feare to happy ends Most happy they who on his aid depends Such is thy faith thy griefe thy feare also Which shewes Gods love and mercy after wo. BODY LO where Gods dreadfull streame did runne there grows Faith hope zeale his mercy it o' reflows My shield is Christ the Trinity I praise Whose love and mercy hath prolong'd my dayes With ardent zeale I will on God depend Sweet soule revive my sorrows here shall end Let mutuall love in us againe be seene More strong more firme then heretofore hath beene SOVLE ALthough thy foule fraile spotted sins did draw Gods direfull wrath on thee observe his Law Th' Apostle Paul Christs Gospel did deny The Prophet Ionas thought from God to flye Yet God in mercy did their sins forgive And they eternally with him shall live Therefore O Lord keepe us from Satans clawes And hunger starve his guts and greedy jawes SOVLE and BODY HEre on the earth againe in one we live Heav'ns grant we may no more offend nor grieve Blest