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Death's universal summons: or, a general call; to all mankind, to the grave: in a dialogue betwixt a presumptious sinner, and the great messenger of mortality; with the righteous man's chearful entertainment of death. To which is added, The dismal doom and state of the rich and covetous man after his death: to seriously considered by all christians
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DEATH's Universal Summons Or a general Call to all Mankind to the Grave In a Dialogue betwixt a presumptious Sinner and the great Messenger of Mortality With the righteous Man's chearful Entertainment of Death To which is Added â—he dismal Doom and State of the Rich and Covetous Man after his Death to be seriously Considered by all Christians Sold at the Hope and Anchor in Patrick â—treet Dublin DEATH's Universal Summons c. SINNER WHat Soul amazing Message do I hear What dreadful Tidings soundeth in minâ— Ear Strange is the Message and as strangely told And must the Messenger not be controul'd It was but now that Men of great Repute With Princely presents did make humble suit To gain my favour hoping to espy A Copy of an Answer in mine Eye And now must such a breathless Ghost as this In whom no Beauty Form or Splendor is Make me to bear the burden of his Yoke And make me tremble with his threatned stroke What Melancholly humour hath possest The Closet of my brave Heroick Breast Where 's that undaunted Mind I 'de wont to have That now am frighted with this Meager slave Shall I be daunted with one simple word That never us d to fear a naked Sword I that have made Men tremble at my breath Shall I be daunted at the Name of Death I that have boldly venter'd to deny To yield subjection to a Deity Must I at Death's imperious Summons yield And not so much as dare to stand the Field Why Rests thou me pale Death I do command Thee on my high displeasure stay thy Hand DEATH â—'M come to tell thee thou shalt surely Dye Presumest thou to ask a Reason why â—et this suffice I 'm sent to strike the stroke â—nd neither must nor can nor will revoke Tho' thou hast made Men tremble at thy word And scorn'd the terror of the Conquering Sword â—Tis no true Valour but presumptious breath To think great swelling words can conquer Death Thy stubborn Heart that hast refus'd to know The word of God shall feel his power now Vain bubble Earth presumptious piece of Clay Yield up thy breath thou must this present Day SINNER THat once I must submit to Death is true For Death will me and all the world subdue But why doth Death his Message tell so soon Why must my Morning-sun go down at Noon I 'm like a full blown flower in my prime My great Concerns call for a longer time If such as I by Death be snatcht away The World of necessity must decay When Pillars fall that do up-hold the Rafter Undoubtedly the House will follow after Man in his strength of Age cannot be spar'd He 's like the Helm by which the Ship is stear'd How many may be better spar'd than I To whom thou ought to let thine Arrows fly He that by reason of Decrepit Age Sees Death approaching like a nimble Page With his Attendance sorrow pain and grief Will humbly sue to Death to find Relief Or he that is opprest with poverty Inclos'd in Prison-walls perpetually How willingly would these poor Souls embrace Death in their Arms but mine 's another Case The smiling World with sense-delighting Charms Keeps me inlcosed in her folded Arms. I feel no sorrow am not pincht with grief I make no suit to Death to find relief Dread King of Terrors grant me this request Stay yet a while before thou me Arrest DEATH IF neither Youth nor Infant Innocence Nor Piety nor Pride nor Insolence Nor Wealth nor Wisdom never could obtain One Days Reprieve from Death then 't is in vain for thee to think my Action to remove Thy Death 's decreed 't is sign'd and seal'd above I take no Bail but must have present pay My Warrant will admit of no delay SINNER VVHy dost thou bring false Tidings to my Ears Had not King Hezekiah fifteen Years Added unto his Life at his request Why may not I with him be also blest Why may not I with him find so much Grace At my request to gain a longer space I 'll use the means in hope to find success As Hezekiah did I 'll do no less Rather than I by Death will be controul'd I 'll drink down Pearls and bath in Liquid Gold I 've good Phisitians to whose skill I 'll trust I 'll make my Treasures fly like Summers-dust DEATH 'T Is true indeed thou hast an Instance given That once a Man prevail'd for Life with Heaven The like to which was never seen before Nor can we say it ever will do more Moses obtain'd it not tho' he desir'd But in the Wilderness his days expir'd This one Example is no rule for thee Altho' thou wert as good a Man as he He that prevail'd for Life obtain'd a sign By which he knew the Promise was Divine A Miracle of wonder God doth force Don Phoebus fiery Steeds to change their Course Changing their constant motion makes the Sun Go back fifteen Degrees that he had run Which signs instances serves to let thee know What God by his Almighty power can do Gives not the smallest Reason to believe Thou shalt the same great benefit receive Be not deluded with vain Thoughts for I Come to proclaim thy Death immediately Tho' thou could'st bath in Liquid Gold and hast Whole Mines of Treasures on thy Lusts to waste Thy sense-deluded Doctors have no power To lengthen out thy Thread of Life an Hour SINNER HOw unexpectedly am I surpriz'd Before I have about my Soul advis'd â—eath like a Fowler hath me now ensnar'd â—nd dye I must before I be prepar'd 〈◊〉 give me space I may amend my ways â—ut me not off just in my Noon of days DEATH O Foolish Man the time that God hath given Th'st lavisht out and never thought of Heaven â—or yet of Hell that place of punishment â—or of thy sins nor ever would'st Repent Till now that thou art at the point of Death And art a gasping for thy latest breath But now it is too late thou gasps and dies The Tree's cut down and falls and so it lies Until that Soul-amazing Trumpet make The Earth to tremble and her dust to ' wake And then shall every Soul of Man appear Before the Judge of Heaven and Earth and there To Righteous Judgment God will have regard And give to every one a just reward The Just of everlasting Comfort shall not miss As for the Wicked this their sentence is Depart ye Cursed that did hate the Light Go enter now into Eternal Night Depart you Workers of Iniquity Go Live for-ever yet for-ever Die I know you not you have in sin delighted Your Souls shall now for-ever be be-nighted SINNER O That the Minutes I have yet to spend Were numberless O that they had no End But Death's approaching that unwelcome slave Tells me no longer time I here must have My Course is finisht Ah! but void of Faith Wherefore most dreadful is the thoughts of Death Farewel my pleasures Now begins my woe
Farewel farewel the means of Grace also Farewel good Counsel Counsel I have rejected And Farewel evil Counsel I affected Farewel my Lusts that have of Hopes bereft me You 've brought me to my Grave and there you 've lefâ— mâ— Lo thus the Wicked in a snare is caught Their burning Taper with a sting goes out He leaves all Joy and Comfort when he dies But with the Righteous it is otherwise The Righteous in this world is like a stranger Floating as it 't were upon a Sea of danger Death 's but a present gale to waft them o're And brings him safe to his desired shore Where he is free from fears of future harms From Rocks and Sands from Pirates and from storms A Righteous Man's Entertainment of Death FEw were my Days and short hath been my Race Now in my Arms I freely Death Embrace Through Death as through a Prospect I behold A Crown that 's far more Excellent than Gold Farewel you Rocks and Sands farewel you Storms Farewel Tempestuous Seas for in my Arms My Friend I do Embrace that will relieve me The Worlds temptations now no more will grieve me My Soul is free from grief my Eyes from tears My Hand from sinning and my Heart from fears Of falling short of Heaven that promis'd rest With which all true Believers shall be blest I leave a World of sorrow grief and pain In full Assurance to Arise again I turn my back upon a Night of sorrow And shall awake to a joyful Morrow A Morning beautify'd with splendor bright Whose glorious Noon shall never see a Night Tho' Death do now my fleshly part surprize Stopping my Breath and closing up mine Eyes When Death shall both his stroke and Message cease Then shall my Soul enjoy Eternal Peace Yea now their pointed shafts have lost their sting Altho' on Earth thou Reignest as a King â—n Heaven Death must lay aside his Dart â—Tis but on Earth that it must act its part Then welcome Death thine Arrows cannot harm me Nor shall thy threatned stroke of hope dis-arm me The dismal Doom and State of the Rich and Covetous Man after his Death WHen once his Dissolution-Hour is come Out goâ—s the Soul to hear her Final Doom Th' Rich Man's black Ghost all Horror and Dispair Is from its Prison snatch'd to th' dismal Bar. Behind him the impatient Devils roar His Sins those worst of Devils stand before With terrors thus besieg'd in every place He hears a Voice but might not see the Face Go thou accurst Vile Caitiff hence away To damned Ghosts Come Devils take your Prey Struck with this Thunder down he sunk he fell And was a triumph to the Fiends of Hell Th' ingenious Tirants did a Council pack Their Malice set their Wits upon the Wrack When they had jointly study'd to torment For their pale Prisoner then in haste they sent They chain d and stak'd him to a furious Flame Where constant streams of Brimstone feed the same Behold Sins Martyr and Hell's Sacrifice He Yells and Howls and vents unpity'd Cries He finds no friendly Ear or tender Eye He feels a thousand Deaths but cannot dye Like burning Brass he 's fir'd in every part A Vulture lives upon his Living Heart God's gone he 's gone And what an Hell is this To be depriv'd of everlasting Bliss O this Eternal Banishment is worse Then all the Remnant of the Doom's Day Curse O Consider this you that forget God least he tea you in pieces and there be none to deliver yoâ— Psal 50.22 FINIS