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A16663	The last trumpet: or, a six-fold Christian dialogue Viz, 1 Betweene death, the flesh, and the soule. 2 Between the Divell, the flesh, and the world. ... 6 Betweene the soule and the city of God. Translated from the elegant Latine prose of Richard Brathvvait Esquire, into English verse, by Iohn Vicars.; Novissima tuba. English	Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673.; Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652.	1635 (1635)	STC 3569; ESTC S106132	46,858	112

thy presence precious gaines De. All 's one to me the youngling or the sage Fl. Alas what profit's then in youthfull age Since youth and old age have but one condition And must submit to Fates most dire commission De. Indeed if thou dost their condition eye They both are subject to Mortality But if their probable-departure hence Thou mayst discerne this onely difference As young-men soone may dye though ere so strong So old-men can't alive continue long Death is for old-men ever at the gate For young-men he with nets and snares doth wait To old-men he is still before their eyes To young-men close behinde their backes he lyes Death is the child hood of weake infancie Death is the lad-age of our childe-hoodry Death is the youth of our lad-age estate Death is the manly-hood of youthfull fate Death is the old-age of our man-hood stout Death after old age doth decrepid flout For Death is of Decrepid-age the Death And thus t is plaine that None that ere drew breath Could sheltred be in such a close estate But Death made entrance in Him soone or late Fl. Alas I surely thought but plainly see I did but gull my selfe that None like Mee So lusty lively in their youthfull-blood So fresh in flower of age so quickly shood Be nipt and cropt but might make truce with death And so enjoy a longer happier breath De. O no for short is that felicity Which still is tended with fragility Fl. Ah though t is short yet who desires it not De. He that a tyresome tedious life hath got Fl. Yet euen he would scape death if he might De. Hast thou nere heard or read those lessons right That 't is farre best not to be borne at all Or soone to leave this life most tragicall That dead than living are in happier state That nought than Sleepe does Death more personate That Death 's the hav'n of ills the help 'gainst woe The onely easer of all griefes that grow That all must dye that death concludes all strife That death is better happier farre than life Fl. That I have read them oft to minde I call But held none true and so forgot them all De. It seemes indeed th' are all slipt out of minde Fl. True for those things in which no joy we finde We scarce beleeve and eas'ly let them goe De. But say think'st thou that thou shalt die or no Fl. I thinke I shall but yet withall I hope The day 's farre off ere Death with me will cope De. We hope things good we hate things that are bad And what can worse be either held or had Than a continuall warfare jarre and strife And still to prop a transitorie life Fle. O but what ere does please gives ease to all De. And canst thou that a pleasant passage call Which is encombred with so many Straites Whereon fierce famine thirst and labour waits Crosses and losses and a sea of woe Which from corrupted life doe fleet and flow Fl. Men us'd to paine are not so passionate And we are so inur'd to such a state And daily so acquainted with all these That we scarse feele them or though felt they plese De. Wouldst thou not count it a choice benefit If one would thee of these dire fetters quit Fl. Yes I should hold it the best favour found If first I could beleeve that I am bound De. Peace peace for shame canst thou not plainely see Lifes discommodities base bonds to be Fl. O spare me prethee till I think them so Till I beleeve them such pray let me goe De. Nay now I smell thy Foxe-like fallacie I 'll not doe so nor shalt thou so me tye As once one did who spying me draw neere And brandishing this fatall-Sithe I beare Still in my hand This onely suit did make That with my deadly dart I would not take His life from him untill he quite had done His deepe devotions pious prayers begun Which finished hee 'd thanke me very much And quietly to dye would never grutch I having ea●●ly granted his petition And bound my selfe by oath to this condition Not once to touch him till he quite had ended His orizons and prayers so pretended He instantly left off left me deluded And from that time he with himselfe concluded And made a vow he never Death would pray To spare him more unto his dying-day Mayd 't is most easie never to beleeve Things we desire not and which most us grieve But I will deale with thee another way And cause thee instantly aside to lay This vicious most pernicious fond opinion Then lend an eare put off thou wanton Minion Thy carnall-nicenesse for I 'll now declare Things which to thee most wholsome healthsome are Hee 's teachable that diligently heares Shew thy selfe such and lend me thy prest eares So shalt thou surely understand and finde That I have herein bin to thee most kinde Fl. O Death I 'll heare thee most attentively But O I would not have thee in mine eye De. Then shut thine eyes onely set ope thine eares And now first tell me how thou spend'st thy yeares How thou employst thy selfe what paines dost take What dost thou daily thy chiefe pleasure make That thou art so much taken and delighted With Lifes false fleeting sweets more fitly slighted Fl. O Sir my Exercises be most sweet And to my nature every way most meet I feele no frying heat nor freezing cold My hand did never wheele or distaffe hold My heart in serious studies I nere pent To sweeter pleasures I my selfe have bent Namely in delicate delights to flow To please my tooth to publike sports to goe To swim in luscious liquor sparkling wine To be arayd in vestures rich and fine To be a guest at banquets nuptiall-feasts To be at Playes and other joviall-jests To dance lascivious measures spend the nights With youthfall Gallants juvenile delights On rich embroydered beds of Doune to lie My flesh in sweet hot bathes to clarifie Finely to feed fully to sleepe and snort To fill my flesh with pleasures of each sort De. But that thou maist thine own prime-state review And take a just account and reckoning true How thou hast spent each day from morn to night What speciall work does this taske expedite Fl. I never worke nor any worke desire My onely businesse is earths joyes t' acquire De. What joyes are they I prethee to me show Sure they be rare whence such rare love doth grow Fl. My chiefest care is for my cloaths and meat My dainty breakfast in my bed to eate Which is provided in such costly wise That nothing wants my palate to suffice This proeme past that all things may concurre To answer my desires in bed I stirre And rowle my selfe by soft-degrees most slow As when a doore smooth on the hinge doth goe And thus a sweet and soaking nap I take Desirous nothing more to shun forsake Then forreine quarrels and domesticke strife From publike tumults to preserve my

one stock land and line Fl. Yet small resemblance twixt thy state mine De. True I confesse it yet I tell thee plaine Nor thou nor any that alive remaine Can me when I am present passe excell With fitter frame of joynts though ere so wel With more just mixture of the Elements With fairer structure of corps lineaments Or stronger state of body but I say ● being present am more choyce than they Fl. Me thinks this is most strange how can this be De. Because even Natures-selfe hath chosen me ●or her Anatomy Thou know'st right well ●hat all that doe in Surgery excell ●nd Physicke choose for their Anatomie Corps that surpasse in beauties excellencie Fl. T is true indeed of such as hanged be Then in that number I must reckon thee And therefore tell me for what fact so foule Hast thou beene hanged and so left thy soule De. Well wanton wench for all thy witty prate I 'll be thy wooer and thy wedded-mate Fl. Ha ha ha ha I never shall desire Such a yoke-fellow to me to acquire As will me make quite weary of my life And fill my marriage-bed with hate and strife When for my Spouse I shall embrace a Spirit And stinking smels of rottennesse inherit No with the proverb rather I 'd like well To dye a Virgin and leade Apes in hell De. So so meane while I must I will embrace thee Fl. hands off or to thy Graves Ghosts I 'll chase thee De. Soft sister soft untoucht I 'll touch take thee Thou art deceiv'd if thou think'st to forsake me Or scape my hands Delay not instantly If Death but say the word thou sure shalt dye I stand unmov'd when thou art mov'd molested I rise unhurt when thou by Death art rested He which thee spoiles spares not or sexe or age Conditions rare face faire or head most sage Perhaps thou'lt say thou say'st no more than truth That nothing is than Death more full of ruth More tart and terrible more curst unkinde As who to looke on mens looks is most blinde Is deafe and dumb to heare or answer treats Is pittilesse perniciously downe beates Without distinction or least difference All lyable to 's lawlesse violence Not having least respect to good or bad But forcing all to one condition sad Fl. Aye me poore wretch must my flesh delicate Which fragrant flowers adorne and decorate Which sweet perfumes with odours rare perfume Must these faire joynts to rottennesse consume And all their moysture and their milk-white hew Be dry'd drawne out by such an Elfe as you De. Damsell disdaine it not these sinews bare These rigid bones have grasped Ladies faire Equall to thee for bodies beauty bright For dignities and honours utmost height For smooth and soft conditions deare as thou These oft I make to my embraces bow Fl. Embrace them still so thou lett'st me alone What shall these dainty fingers ever knowne To touch and strike the warbling Lute-strings sweet Enamell'd with pure azure-veines regreet Shall these I say once touch thy clay-cold wrists Or shall this haire of mine in curious twists And rare layd wreaths bound up with garlands deckt And odoriferous perfumes to affect The nisest nosthrils like Sols sun-beames bright Shall these under thine Eagle-tallons light Shall this high forehead and these temples faire Adorn'd with Aprils prime-sprung flowers most rare Fall underneath thy raw-bon'd fingers harmes Shall these my snow-white alablaster armes Fitted for onely amorous kinde embraces Feele thy cold-icey grasping pawes disgraces Shall these my tinckling teachable fine feet Accustomed to Measures Dances sweet Dance into thy darke cell the loathsome grave Or finally shall this my Body brave So neat compleat so worthy admiration Yeelding to amorous eyes such delectation Be shut up in a vile and filthy urne And into noysome putrefaction turne De. Spare farther speech I none of these respect I neither doe thy fingers fine affect Though ere so small or slender shining faire With golden rings and sparkling Diamonds rare I care not for thy tender lovely locks Though glistring like pure wooll among the flocks I care not for thy temples faire and high Though deckt with fragrant flowrs most curiously I care not for thine armes more white than snow Or than the purest Ivie that can grow I care not for thy tender tinckling feet Although for wanton dances ere so meete Finally neither can thy body fine Nor any of thy bodies outward shine Allure my minde entice me thee to spare I nought at all for all thy neatnesse care For well thou know'st for this thy Candor quaint Painters doe me a mans dead karkasse paint Consisting of bare bones with sinews joynd Where thou nor eares nor eyes nor nose canst finde Naked deformed ugly to be seene Of neither sexe handling a Sithe most keene O artificiall piece of Painters wise Deform'd indeed but full of mysteries And wilt thou Damsell heare me them relate For thy sake then I 'll do 't most accurate Although therein thy outward beauty gay I nought regard Then listen these are they First I am shewn with hollow holes no eyes To signifie I no mans person prize Of whatsoever power or dignity Of whatsoever wealth or quality I also am described without eares To shew that death no mans petition heares And that no prayer or humblest supplication Can of my furie finde least mitigation I pourtray'd am without a Nose to smell Thereby vaine dainty Damsell thee to tell And thee lascivious wanton gallant brave That I in thy sweet sents no pleasure have Againe I pictur'd am naked and bare To intimate that I doe nothing care For earthly substance or for treasure great For bribes or gifts which worldly wise doe cheate I also am depainted without skin Or flesh or bloud all raw-bon'd meagre thin To shew assure O Damsell delicate O spruce nice youths too fond effeminate That neither your rare glistring beauty bright Nor vaine faire out sides can me ought delight Yet further I in neither sexe am showne Whereby it may be eviden●ly knowne That I have firme resolved not to spare Or male or female whatsoere they are Finally I am figur'd still to stand With a most large and sharp Sithe in my hand To shew that as the Mower in the field Makes Corne and Grasse unto his Sithe to yeeld So I from off the earth doe all men mow As thus the Poet pithily doth show Sicut ante falcem seges Ante mortem summi Reges That is As Corne before the Sithe most keene So in Deaths presence Kings are seene Fl. And art thou so inexorable Death That thou spar'st none bereavest all of breath De. I I spare none not one who ere they be Fl. Alas this seemeth most unjust to mee What dost thou lusty lively youths destroy But newly stept upon the brincke of joy Together with the old decrepid Sire Who worne with age seems every houre t' expire And breathe his last by aches curelesse paines And therefore counts

a life austere and rough Ile finde you merrier mates if you 'll forsake Your closet and with me worlds joyes partake My lovely Lady heereupon replies How merrily at Dice the time hence flies How muddily at Prayers it stickes and stayes How still it steales away at sports and playes How slow it seemes to goe how tedious spent When at Gods worship we are most intent And thus my Mistresse heereto condiscends And ready eares to my allurement lends De. It seemes then that the mayd her mistresse sways Fl. Most true For she in nothing me gaine-sayes But alwayes holds me as her merriest mate Hugs me with kisses does me consolate We be as one `wee 'gree as one in all Namely that we quench nor the sparkles small Of our sweet Loves deare lusts but them fulfill Not to deterre but to preferre them still De. Thus thou O flesh given as thy Mistresse ayde Art her destruction and chiefe scandall made Fl. O Sir y' are much mistaken in the thing Rather much joy and solace I her bring De. Thou dost not ioy but her annoy with woe Fl. Nay then farewell Sir if you censure so De. Farewell nay soft ther 's no way to evade For yet more talke I have thus long delayde Nay whimper not you doe but beat the ayre If for your strugling you thinke I 'll you spare Fl. Let me alone or I aloud will cry If thou provok'st me with thy cruelty De. Canst thou accuse me now of fornication Fl. No but for theft I 'll bring mine accusation De. Indeed if accusations may suffice The innocentest party guilty lyes But can it by thy nimble wit be showne To be a theft to claime and take mine owne Fl. If those two Pronounes mine and thine might cease The worlds deep discord would not so encrease De. How right thou hit'st the nayle yea pamper'd flesh Whiles thou dost live jars wil arise afresh I tell thee Wench thy white skin painted face Does in a Realme raise more contentions base Than all thy Ladies utmost art or skill And strength of wit is able ere to still But I have caught thee now and thou art mine I 'll now take care to end thy cheats most fine Fl. O I had rather run into a Stewes Than such a spighted Spittle-House to choose De. I easily beleeve thee but now know Thou must such Brothell-houses quite forgoe Death to the Suburbs now hath made his way Then neer the walls thou inmate canst not stay Fl. What dost thou meane to touch me raw-bon'd face De. To give thee now a deadly cold embrace Fl. Most irkesome and unpleasant are esteem'd Th' embraces of a wooer ugly deem'd But what is Death in love with flesh I pray De. Yes eagerly thy flesh to turne to clay Fl. Thou needs must be in love who art in want De. I therefore covet 'cause I feele such scant Fl. Will not a piece of me give thee content De. No by no meanes for ti 's most evident That deaths devouring jawes no parts will take But all or nothing is his proper stake Fl. Yet many Gallants full of youthfull heate Famous for beauty brave and bodies neate Have thought themselves t' have got an ample prey If on these roseall lips they could but lay And fixe one onely kisse and wisht no more And yet must thou worne lancke and thin all-ore And as thou seemst to me bloodlesse and bare Have me all-whole as thine insatiate share De. I will not bare one inch I le have thee full Fl. Oh! whither dost thou thus me hale and pull De. Even to my horrid-house of clay the Grave Fl. O! must thou such an expiation have Must my fayre corps fill-up an uglie urne De. It must indeed and must to dust returne Fl. And what companions shall I therein finde De. Onely great crawling wormes bred of thy kinde Fl. O! wilt thou not me spare but one yeere more De. No not one howre I told thee so before A Statute-Law heerein doth on me lie And I my charge must discharge instantly Fl. What Instantly Ay me most wofull wretch Spare me but till I doe my Mistresse fetch For she alas doth little dreame of thee Or of thy now so neere approach to me De. Indeed I thinke no lesse for I beleeve Thou friendlier entertaynment wouldst me give If more familiarly thou didst me know But hence such strangenesse doth betweene us grow And hence I am your so unwelcome guest 'Cause scarce one thought of me is ere exprest Yet call her foorth I le promise make nere doubt I le thee not touch before she first comes out Fl. O Mistresse Mistresse are you now asleepe More sound than ere you us'd that hence you keepe Soule Thou art deceiv'd Mayd if thou thinkest so That ever I did sleepe I doe not know But what 's the newes what is the cause and case That thou me call'st with such a frighted face Fl O Mistresse ther 's extreme necessity Faln on us both for most impetuously A stranger knockes at doore of horrid hew And if I may speake what I thinke is true Of fierce aspect a most deformed creature And every way of most uncomely feature He stands without but spite of you or me He plainly threats that he let-in must be So. Who is 't I prethee that so saucily Behaves himselfe what Is 't not fit that I Should mistresse be of mine bid him let 's see What right he has to enter then tell me Fl. Tender indulgent Mistresse I you pray Your tender Mayden Flesh I neither may Nor dare so much as looke him in the face Much lesse expostulate with him the case I would not for a thousand worlds and more Goe backe againe alone to him to th' doore So gastly ghostly frightfull spritelike he Fierce furious fatall doth appeare to me So. Then tell me prethee what may be his name Or whence this formidable creature came Fl. Aske him your selfe I pray a monster sure O I cannot to talke with him endure For such bold liberty of speech he us'd And me without least blushing so abus'd As that he me his Paramour did call And on me layd his fatall Pawes withall Onely he herein shew'd some courtesie And plighted promise to me seriously That untill you deare Mistresse came out hence He would not on me use his violence So. Alas poore foole and what wilt thou then be When I thy Mistresse Soule goe out of thee Nothing alas but a poore karkasse dead On which foule crawling worms must full be fed But I 'll goe meet him and doe what I may Timely to tame his pride Who art thou say De. I am the utmost end of every thing Fl. O Mistresse goe not neere him feare his sting O if you love me send him soone away By treats or threats by force or fullest pay By any meanes we must him quickly quaile And packe him hence or our whole house will faile So. Peace peevish wench I 'll forth talke with him

see me whom I need to feare Tus● God my faults does not in mem'ry beare Vaine most profane are all such thoughts as these Shall not the eyes-creator see with ease And shall not he that made the eare soone heare Or He that plants the heart know all things cleare All things to his Omniscience naked are Fly from the field to th' towne with frighted care Out of the street into thy house make haste Thence though thou be in thy bed-chamber plac'd Yet know that I by thy Creators will Within thee rest and am thy witnesse still Whom if thou with an evill-eye behold To use those words to me thou wilt be bold Of Ahab to Elias impiously What hast thou found me O mine enemie And I most readily shall answer thee I have thee found and must against thee be 'Cause thou hast sold thy selfe to worke what 's i●● Before the Lord which does thy guilt fulfill Behold therefore I now against thee rise And bring upon thee purchas'd miseries Ma. Alas I then perceive our foule offences Are most unsafe though daub'd with faire pretences Con. What though they could be safe in their commission If yet they bring thee to unsure condition Or what good comes to sinners by being hid If guilt to hope so long does them forbid Ma. Enforme me then good Conscience how I may Make thee my gladsome witnesse in me stay Con. The best and briefest counsell I can give Is thee t' advise a holy-life to live A life inculpable of crying-crimes Vnspotted with the evils of the times A life declaring power of godlinesse A life that heavenly graces doth expresse By dying to all lusts and foule desires By doing all good-deeds that love requires By giving freely what to each belongs Forgiving friendly all received wrongs Not coveting what is anothers right To do as thou'dst be done by with delight By shunning that which makes the soule to dye Chusing what makes it live eternally Ma. These are hard tasks and bitter lessons sure And such as flesh and bloud cannot endure Con. O but it will be farre more harsh and hard T' endure the worme of Conscience and be barr'd And shut out from the Beatifick-sight Of Gods all-cheering face and beauty bright Which paine of losse doth doubtlesse farre excell All other the most horrid paines of hell Namely to be both torne and tortur'd there To be distracted and distrest with feare Where neither the tormentors tyred be Nor those tormented ever death can see Ma. Alas that Death 's most dire and tart indeed Ah shew me how I may from it be freed Con. The onely-way is to the world to dye Before thy soule out of this world doth flye Ma. What must this spacious specious Aedifice Adorn'd with rarities of precious price Full of so many various curious pleasures The onely magazine of so much treasures Must this I say be vilipended so Must I this world so rare so faire forgo Con. Vndoubtedly if thou in these delight With deadly danger they thy soule will smite For look how much the flesh this world affects And the false-seeming-sweets thereof respects So much the more the soule will be perplext And with the fire of hell be plagu'd and vext On th' other side How much the flesh is tam'd So much the soule with heavenly hope is flam'd Ma. But yet we see all men do still desire The present-state t is this they most require Con. But yet I know t is far the worst condition T' enjoy things-present in a full fruition But therewithall to be quite stript and bare Of future-comforts to have part or share O t is most sweet onely the world to use But God alone t' enjoy and chiefe to chuse Thou hast not in this world a fixed station Nor here must ever have thy habitation Who then can sing his Song in a strange-land Who would build Castles on the sinking-sand Alas we here our selves should so behave That when the wormes did eate our corps in grave Our soules in heaven triumphantly might sing With quires of Saints and Angels to heav'ns King Thither our spirit ever should ascend Whither we do propound our journies-end Thither we should make speedy haste yea flie Where we shall ever live and nere-more die Dost thou pure gold nere to be spent desire Eternall-life which never ends require The land of Havilah in Paradise Hath in it store of gold of precious price T is Earth thou bear'st that thou must leave behinde T is earth thou tear'st that thou must nere-more mind But t is a land thou seek'st and would'st receive That is the land which thou shalt never leave Men rather are Gods Stewards than Treasurers Riches therefore upon them He conferres What then we reape we piously should sowe And liberally and lovingly bestow That this true faith and due obedience Might be repayd with heav'nly recompence The things we give are small and not our owne Those we shall have are great and from Gods throne M●n whose affections are celestiall Are justly stil'd Angels terrestriall And no man shall hereafter God possesse In whom God dwels not here by holinesse If Sathan Prince of earth hath thy least part God King of heav'n will not dwell in thy heart The spirit of evill then cast out disdaine That so thou mayst Gods Spirit entertaine Remember whence thou cam'st thine offspring base And this will make thee blush and hide thy face Consider where thou art and sigh for wo And quake to thinke whither thou once must go Ma. All are I know made of one Potters clay And must resolve into the same one day Con. Then every man being mould must into earth Moulder away whence first he took his birth Ma. Nothing 's more true Con. And Flesh is but a froth Cloth'd with fraile beauty a meere menstruous cloth Man T is even so I can it not denie Con. Why then dost thou so fat and beautifie That Flesh of thine which after a short while Must be devour'd in grave by wormes most vile But as for thy poore soule thou let'st it pine Nor dost with good works make it faire and fine Which thus to God and 's Angels thou shouldst show Thou dost not sure the price of thy soule know Man Yes very well Con. I feare the contrarie For else thou wouldst not it so vilifie Know this O Man know this I say to thee The losse of one soule greater losse to be Than of a thousand bodies for t is plaine Bodies may be reviv'd that have bin slaine But O the soule which once by sinne is dead Can never be to life recovered But by a miracle Christs bloud apply'd Which cannot be where it is still deny'd O then behold and blush to see thy sloth Or rather sinfull sottishnesse or both In thus preferring barke before the tree Shels 'fore the kernels flesh 'fore the soule in me Not onely blush at this but sigh and groane Whiles thou considerest how th' art left alone Here in