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A26124 The Atheists help at a dead lift, viz the benefit of clergy 1670 (1670) Wing A4110; ESTC R24715 1,504 1

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Atheists Help at a dead Lift VIZ. The Benefit of the Clergy WHat Hector God and Man Yet fear to die Under the Guilt of Blood or Felony If Justice Catch Leviathan in 's hook Will he implore the Benefit of 's book Will Ravenous Harpies who make prey of all Laicks and Clerks that in their Pounces fall Rather than try the Strength of Hangmans string For shelter sneak under the Clergies wing Will sight of Axe will thought of Tyburn quell The Atheist's Courage and breed sense of Hell Thus guilty Joab to th' horns of th' Altar fled Trembling Tiberius thus crept under bed At every Thunder-clap tho' in clear Skie He durst all Gods that ever were defie Caius would make himself all Gods in one Assuming Mars's Target Venus Zone Minerva's Helmet Jove his Thunder-mace Neptune his Trident limping Vulcans Pace Commands his Statue in this Garb to stand T' affront great Judah's God in his own Land And sacred Temple but for all these brags At sight of Lightning his proud Courage Flags His Brazen face Etherial flashes pale Heavens painted fire his Confidence do's quail That God and Death were nothing that fool said Than whom nee'r man was more of both afraid Nero when haunted with his Mothers Ghost When found himself by Gods just anger tost Tri'd all the Charms his Atheism could invent To conjure up his Spirit and prevent The Entertainment of the thoughts of God Or Deaths black Page the Sempiternal Load Of guilt and pain but the By-standers read In 's gastly looks his Soul was Captive led To the belief of the' angry Deity Hells Torments and Souls Immortality The Puff-paste Atheist's Soul for all his Jetting Gives in like York-shire Cloth and shrinks i th' wetting There 's no Religion but hath Martyrs bred In its Defence men glory to be led To Goal or Gibbet Christians triumph in Their Witnessings to theirs without a skin Out-brav'd the Rack the Fire and thousand forms Of grimmest visag'd Death the fiercest Storms Of all Assailants This side 's rosted through Turn th' other side to Fire O Tyrant now Cries one In Phalaris's Bull another sings Melodious Anthems till he Torment brings To his Tormentors But what Linx can see The Devils Martyrs Devil a Martyr's he In all his Archives there 's not one Mans Name Who sold his Life to buy his Master Fame Some desp'rate sinner may by peice-meal rot Himself into a Sacrifice to th' Pot Or Pox or in the heat of blood may stake And venture all at once for Doxies sake Yet 't is but Vent'ring for his hope to scape Commits upon his Reason a slie Rope And spurs him on to what he would not dare Were he of his Deaths Certainly aware But should the Devil trust the Atheist when To save his Neck there 's nothing else in Ken Saving his Neck-Verse he would then forsake him And without Curse or Oath bid Devil take him He now betakes himself unto our Creed Which he from end to end Vouchsafes to read At 's Ordinaries bidding and thanks God For 's good old Granam whose well-manag'd rod Beat into 's head the Penitential Psalms Hee 'l kiss the feet of Church-men in these Qualms No Saint to th' Atheist now can't stand his ground When pale Deaths Terrors thus assault him round These Terrors so amaze and Jenkenize him A Jew to save his life might Circumcise him Force him to look on Death he sees beyond it The Certainty of things he never found yet Were Law not ham-string'd and forc'd to lie idle 'T would quickly drive the Atheist to his Bible For shame you braving Hectors learn to dare Unforc'd to fix your minds on things that are In th' Unseen World or that immortal spark Within you which your Lusts rake up i th' dark Dare to know your whole self and Future State In a calm Mood before your Lives last date Dare at a distance look on Death's grim Face 'T will then look on you with such smiling grace As it approacheth nearer that you 'l haste Into its Arms and cling about its waste For fear it should depart and not your Soul Now having sipt of Heavens Nectar-bowl Presented in Deaths hand you 'l long to be Where Nectar flows to all Eternity FINIS Licensed according to Order