peradventure I might move you to compassionate your wretched Son F. In a blessed hour were your resolves and more happy was the moment when I again receiâ—ed my much beloved Son for whose return loud Instruments of Musick shall proclaim and feasting for his sake last many a day then let us in and order it Son A thousand thanks your now obedient Son if I dare own that name returns resolving for the Future to devote my cheif indeavours to deserve such favour Matth. 25. Vers. 34. 41 Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand Come ye blessed of my Father inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the Foundation of the world Then shall he say also unto them on the left Hand Depart from me ye cursed into everlasting fire prepared for the Devil and his Angels I Will begin here and speak something of this sentence to the ungodly wherein every word speaks woe and wrath fire and fury death and damnation and every syllable speaks the deepest Sorrow and dreadfulest Sufferings to wicked Pilgrims The Lord Chief Iustice of the whole World the Judge of the Quick and Dead is now as it were in all his Robes and Royalty with millions of glorious Attendants in the G lory of his Father with all his holy Angels set on the Bench. The poor prisoner whose trembling Soul is newly reunited to the loathsome Carcass of his Body is drag'd to the Bar awaiting and expecting some doleful Doom He is lately come from hell to give an account of his Life on earth and to receive his Sentence and loath he is to go back to that place of torments as knowing that the pain of his Body will be a new and grievous addition to his misery when that shall burn in flames as his soul doth already in fury Therefore he pleads Prisoner Lord let me stay herâ— though poor wretch he hath his Hell about him in his accusing affrighting Conscience rather then go to that Dungeon of darkness A sight of thy beautiful Face may possibly abate my Sorrows and thy Presence may mitigate my Sufferings Iudge No saith Christ here is no abiding for thee be gone hence Thou mayst remember when my Presence was thy Torment when thou didst bid me depart from thee choosing my room before my company Now my Absence shall be thy Terror I like thee not so well to have thee 〈◊〉 me Depart I say from me â—risoner Lord If I must undergo so dreadful a doom as to depart from thee the Father of Lights and Fountain of Life yet bless me before I go One good wish of thy Heart one good word of thy Mouth will make me blessed where ever I go Those whom thou blessest are blessed indeed Bless me even me O my Father At this parting grant me thy blessing â—â—dge Sinner be gone and my Curse go along with thee Thou hast many a time despised my Blâ—ssing when it hath been offered to thee though I was made a Curse to purchase it for thee therefore I say depart from me and the Curse of an angry Lord and of a righteous Law accompany thâ—e for ever Depart I say Thou cursed Prisoner Lord if I must go and thy Curse with me send me to some good place where I may find somewhat to refresh me under thy loss and curse It 's misery enough to lose thy presence Good Lord command me to some good place Iudge No Sinner be gone with my Curse to that place which will torture and rack thee with extrâ—mity and universality of pains The time hath been that thou hast wallowed in sensual pleasures now thou must fry in intollerable flames Depart thou cursed into fire Prisoner Ah Lord if I must go with thy Curse and to so woful a place as fire I beseech thee let me not stay there long Alas who can abide devouring flames one moment material fires of man's kindling are terrible but how intollerable are those flames which thy breath like a stream of brimstone hath kindled I beseech thee if I must go to it let me pass swiftly through it and not stay in it Iudge No Sinner depart and my Curse with thee to those extream Torments that admit of no ease and no end where the worm never dieth and the fire never goeth out to the Lake that burneth with fire and brimstone for ever Depart thou cursed into everlasting fire Prisoner Lord this is dismal and dreadful indeed to go from thee who art all good and to go to fire which hath in it extremity of all evil and to lose thee and fry in flames for ever ever ever yet Lord if it is thy Will it should be so hear me yet in one desire let me have such society as may mitigaâ—e at leâ—â—â— such as may not aggravate my misery Iudge No Sinner thy Company must be such 〈◊〉 evâ—r as thou didst choose in thy life time 〈◊〉 who was thy Tempter shall be thy Tormentor And they who led thee captive at their will shall be bound with thee in chains of everlasting darkness and faggoted up with thee together for unquenchable fire Such fiery Serpents gnawing Worms stinging Adders poisonous Toads roaring and devouring Lions hideous Monsters frightful Fiends must be thy eternal Companions Depart from me thou cursed into everlasting fire prepared for the Devil and his Angels But now kind Readers because particulars do â—sually most affect us we may here again at this Geneâ—al Iudgment suppose we here the Iudge crying out with a loud and angry voice saying Bring now â—ll the wicked Prisoners severally to my Bar that so â—hey may all distinctly receive their Sentence â—or those particular sins by which they have most â—ffended my Justice And first Come forth all ye ignorant persons who â—ave not known the Father nor me nor the myâ—eries of salvation Take them Devils bind â—hem hand and foot 2. Come forth all ye slothful and unprofitable persons â—ad not ye talents committed to you for my use and â—â—rvice and what have you done with them did â—ou bury them in the earth or lay them up in a â—apkin what could you lye down and slumber â—hen you had so much work to do could you triâ—â—e â—ray so many hours when time was so precious â—â—d sweet Take them Devils bind them â—and and foot 3. Come forth all ye that have neglected Family 〈◊〉 and never sought after God in your Closets Were 〈◊〉 you creatures and did the law of Creation reâ—ire no worship were not you subjects and shoâ—ld 〈◊〉 you have shewen homage to your Sovereign 〈◊〉 not you live upon God's finding and bounty every day and should not you have ackowledged your dependance did not God bring you into your Family Relations and did he require no duty Did not he threaten to pour out his wrath upon irreligious Families and yet would not you set up Religion in yours Take them Devils bind them hand and foot 4. Come forth all ye Sabbath-breakers you that have spent the
death to one who labours under such an Agony Then turn your praises into curses that his wrath may vex yet hotter and by putting a full period to your days take you from this sad world of wo. Job Base wicked woman vile and foolish darest thou let a thought so monstrous harbour in thy breast much more how darest thou urge me to such damn'd Impiety Shall Job on whom he showred his favours once move his lips though in the softest murmur when he is pleased to stay his giving hand or call back what he gave no nothing ever shall prompt me to a guilt so horrible Wife Then you it seems will suffer patiently and stand the mark of fierce indignation tamely Job Whatever he inflicts it is for our good his chastening is to try if we are worthy of his favours nor will he wound beyond what he designs to heal His mercies are past numbring which in the midst of Iudgment he oft calls to mind and makes a full recompence for what he takes away therefore ever will I praise and with just adoration bless his holy name nay though he kill me yet will I trust in him and with dying Arms embrace the wounding Shaft sent by his hand to let out life Wife Well well I see then all I urge will work no effect on your meek mind inured to slavery serve him still and be the subject of his Tyranny bear all the Stripes he can bestow and fawning kiss the hand that strikes you do this and more whilst loud I laugh at the dull man that hugs his misery and will not daigne to pity him Job All you have said is my resolve no pain nor loss nor scorn shall shake my dear integrity all torments witty horror can invent were they comprised in one shall never break my constancy or make me prove a Rebel to the King of Heaven but with Faith unmoved I will trust in him till lifes last Sand is run expecting then to see him as he is and Hymn his Throne with Songs of praise Wife If that be your resolve I will fly the Mansion of such sorrow and seek shelter elsewhere whilst his Arrows beat on you Job Yet shall I not be comfortless his hand shall still sustain me and my Eyes shall yet see happy days The Conclusion Thus Job bears through afflictions stream which past He is restored to health and Riches vast And once more is the Glory of the East Nor dare the fiend his quiet than molest So those that trust in God are ever blest A Dialogue between Saul and his Armour-Bearer on Gilboa The Argument Saul routed flies but finding flight was vain He and his Armour-Bearer both are slain S. NOw now 't is almost come to pass as the grim Ghost related Israel is ovâ—â—thrown My Sons are slain in Battel and the bloody Foe makes havock of the flying people A. B. Great King 't is true the smiling Plains that looked so gay when first saluted by the Morning Sun put on a crimson Robe and wear instead of Flora's many coloured mantle the sad Livery of Death S. Yet Saul still lives he lives to see the mighty ruine to see his Children slain and all his mighty men of War fall by the Sword A. B. And still may live to be revenged of his now Tyrannizing Foes live to return as many deaths as now his Eyes behold the Philistins to triumph in S. O! Name not Life for that is the only thing that now is grievous to me Wretch that I am why did I fly why fell I not amid'st the fileâ— of War Why why did not I break through the pointed Squadrons and there bravely fighting rushed upon a thousand Swords and from a thousand enraged hands received a Death that well beseemed â— Monarch A. B. O! Let not Israels King dispair although the Fortune of the War now turns against him â—et fresh Armies may be raised and the Foe repelled live live If but to be revenged S. No Heaven decrees my fall and cutting short my Glories dates them with this day draw then your Sword and e're the Philistins overtake us sheath it in my Breast fâ—r now my Life is grown burthensome A. B. What means the King by this câ—mmand can be imagine that his Servant dares stretâ—◠〈◊〉 his â—and against the Lords anointed S. O let me beg you would not dispuâ—e what I request Renown and Glory will attend you for so brave a Deed nor can you do me better service than to let out my afflicted Soul A. B. Command me to kill my self and I will obey 〈◊〉 bid me meet the following Foe and charge A Squadâ—on with my single Arm I 'le gladly do it but dare not â—tretch my hand against my Sovereign S. The Enemy is now at our heels and time â—dmits no longer argument see see without your â—elp your King can find a way to the dread Pallace 〈◊〉 magnificent Death Whilst falling thus upon â—is Sword his loathed Life takes flight A. B. Hold hold my Lord for Heavens â—is past recall the desperate Deed is done the cruâ—â— word has pierced his Heart and I 'le not long survive 〈◊〉 imitating his Example fall thus by his side 't is 〈◊〉 't is done my blood flows fast now now I swim 〈◊〉 dazy mists and now a gloomy darkness seales my 〈◊〉 dies· Conclusion Saul slain with his three Sons the haughty Foâ— Cuts off his Head and his guilt Armour show In all their Coasts possessing Iacobs Towns And much inlarging their own scanty bounds Nor so contented but the Corps of Saul They fasten to subdued Bethshan's wall But thence the Iabish Gileadites it rest And for the burying of their Lord are blest David saluted King DAvid who after Gods own Heart was chose Having escap'd the danger of his Foes Run through the hazzards numerous to tell Saul slain he 's crown'd great King of Israel Him the Glad People from all Cities meet And loudly sing his praises in each Street Though Saul's rejected House does strive with him For Iacobs Scepter and bright Diadem Yet 't is in vain Heaven soon does end the strife Whilst mighty Abner is bereft of Life When as the Darling from whose Loyns must spring The great Messia Heavens all Glorious King In Triumph rides all fearless and does see How much he owes for his felicity To his Creator by whom Kings command On whom their regal Glories all depend Who sets them bounds and limits Kingly sway Chastizing those that dare but disobey His strict resolves whose will alone is Fate And whose bare word can all annihilate Davids kindness to Mephibosheth KIng David high establish'd in his Throne On former dangers safely now looks down Remembring how Saul sought his Life and hoâ— Between him and kind Ionathan a vow Pass'd in the great Iehova's sacred Name Then calls to mind Mephibosheth who lame And in distress was Son to him who still Had held him dear preventing the dire will Of Death conspiring Saul and
slain A Dialogue between Joseph and his Mistress The Argument The shameless Wife of Potiphar whose Eyes Were full of Lawless love no sooner spies The beautiâ—s of old Jacobs captive Son But big with lust she trâ—es if he 'l be won To Act a thing that must displâ—ase his God But finding him avers and that he stood At distance with the sin her love at last Turns into rage and he 's in Prison cast Mistriss alone What a strange Passion do I feel how my heart beats and how my blushes come and go O me I am all sâ—aver so fierce my Blood boyls in my Veins this passion must be alay'd yet how nothing but the beauteous Hebrews Love can satisfie my desire Wherefore then do I refrain to let him see how much I doat upon him He 's my Slave and will not sure deny me such a favour yet methinks had he intended to be kind he might e're this have read the language of my Eyes perceived my eager gazings on his lovely face observed mâ— blushes and the many gentle grasps I 've given him these not regarded makes mâ—â—ear he will not yield me Love for Love and then O me I am miserable But see as I could wish he comes and now the House is still now now I 'll tell him all my mind and stifle this tormenting Flame no longer Wellcome my Hebrew to your Mistriss presence how does my lovely Ioseph do come wave this cringing distance anâ— be free Joseph enters What means the consort of my Lord by so much kindness to her Slave Mrs. No no 't is I'm the slave come sit sit down my Love 't is I'm the Captive fettered in the Chaines the snares of your bâ—wiâ—ching Eyes Jo. Ha! What is 't I hear A sovnd that makes my Heâ—rt to tremble and confounds my every part Mrs. O be be not so Coy nor Frighted but sit near my Love Why starts the Object of my Sole delight Why change his Looks And wherefore looks my Love so wildly Know's he not who it is that humbly sues for favour Jo. Too wâ—ll I know and thus wiâ—h low prostration on my Knees beg you 'd urge this talk no further Mrs. O rise and wound me not by a denyal How urge no further Sure could you perceive the passion that thus melt my Soul to tendâ—rness you 'd not be thus averse but pitty her whose Breast the fatal shafts of Love sent from your Eyes burn with Incessant fury Jo. Alas my Master Mrs. Your Master what of him he 's far from home his businâ—ss at the Court detains him from prying into the secrets of our Love Jo. But Gods all-seeing Eyes which pierce through the Aâ—strusest secrâ—ts and from wâ—ich the darkâ—st Councels are not hid behold us Mrs. Pish let not such vain fears keep back my Love my much Loved Hebrew from mâ—â—ting my â—ager Joyes and seeing transports in my Arms. Jo. Considâ—r well you are my Masters Wife behold my Master knows not what is with me in the House having committed all unto my Hand there is no greater in the House than I neither hath he kept any thing back from me but you because you are his Wife How then shall I do this great wickedness and Sin against God Mrs. O stand not on this niceties wave wave such fond Excuses in Compassion to a Kind Indearing Mistriss who Burns who Languishes and must Expire unless your kind complyance save her Life Still still you shall be great nay more then ever Jo. I dare not Sin against my God wer 't in your power to bribe me with the Scepter of the Vniverse Therefore lâ—t me implore you 'd name some other way that 's lawfull to oblige you and I 'm all Obedient Mrs. O 't is not in thy power in ought besides to indear me to your intrest Come come my Joy my Love my Life you shall you shall I say Jo. Horror and Mischief I 'll not stay but winged with speed and resolution leave the Tents of wickedness Mrs. O he 's gone he 's gone Stay stay my Love my Joy my Life O! Leave me not I dye I Languish if you take your presence from me hard Hearted Man and hast thou quite forsaken me O Restless Restless is my mind What shall I do Was ever Woman Slighted thus Well Hebrew well since I am thus rejected and counted unworthy of your Love I 'll turn my Paâ—sion into Mortal hate and persecute thee with all the Malice iâ—jured Love can form in Womans angry mind his Garment he has left I 'll Charge him to have attâ—mpted what I so intreâ—ted for and loaded with Chains I 'll have him in a Dungâ—on layed where Megâ—r Famine soon shâ—ll wast his Beauty and make him repent he was unkind to her who held him once as dear as hâ—r own Life The Conclusion Joseph at Potiphars returns accus'd Falsly that he his Mistriss had Abus'd Cast into Irons yet finds favour there From his Stern Ialor God being every where At hand to keep him from the Rage of Men And soon's Exaulted to highstate again A Father unto Pharoah he is made And saves from Death old Jacob with his Bread When fearfull Famine made the Nations Groan So prosper those that fear the Lord alone A Paraphrase upon the Plagues of Egypt Israels delivery from Bondage And Pharo's overthrow in the Red-Sea The mighty God of Jacob loâ—king now Vpon his sacred Covenant his Vow He made unto the Patriarch Hear 's the Groans Of his oppressed Children their sad Moans Sounded so loud that he compassiâ—nate Pittying their wretched and deplored state Sâ—nt Moses and Wise Aaâ—on to the King His Sons from Nilus Land with spâ—ed to bring And that hiâ— mighty power might more appear He loads the Land with Plagues with Death and Fear Till by a stretched out hand he brought them thence Passing the Seas whilst Waters makâ— a Fence On either side and Heav'nly Beacons Light Them over the dry dusty Sands by Night But bardâ—n'd Pharaoh's wrath at what was done Thus to his Warriours in a Rage began Hast hast my Horses and my Arms provide Let all my Chariots March on either side The Fugitives that fly us are shut in The Sea and Wilderness they are between They soon shall know their God's to weak to save When our devouring Swords will dig their Grave Thus in Blasphâ—mious boasting he prepar'd And Arm'd with Fury followed on thâ—m hard Frighting the fearfull Rout though Seas gave wâ—y And Heav'n conspir'd proud Pharoah to dismay For coming to the deep and finding all The smitten Waters turâ—'d into a Wall And Israel pâ—ssing in he venture too Though much Amaz'd for Jacobs getting through The Storm began to rise the Skies shoot flame And Rushing winds from either quâ—rter came The Horses flounce and cast their Ridâ—rs down The Wheels fly off off tumblâ—s Pharoahs Crown Swift Horror and Amazment every where Besets them anâ— in dreaâ—full shapâ—s aâ—pâ—ar Tenthousand Furys seem â—efore their Eyâ—s And
of Love and want to be instructed this distance ill â—ecomes you when a kind a most obligeing lover wooes you to be frolick and complacient Youth Could I but understand your meaning I â—â—ould tell the better how to answer But as yet I 'm igâ—â—rant of your design nor know I what it is you 'd have â—e do Harlot All that I ask is that you would be kind 〈◊〉 Husband is absent and his distance from his haâ—itation gives free scope to love Peace-offerings I â—ave made and by this kiss came out on purpose to find to meet my lovely Youth to lead him to my rich Imbroider'd Bed persumed with Amber and the Civit of Ethiopiâ— strew'd all with Rosâ—s and o'respread with Gessamin Aloes and Cynamon are scatter'd round about it come than my joy le ts loose no time but whilst we may with hasty steps hie thither and upon that soft recumbancy till morning take our fills of Love where midst a thousand transports with kind kisses and low murmurs I 'll relate my passion Youth The words you speak methinks move rapture in me yet I 'm ignorant in the affairs of Love and dreaâ— the combate as not knowing how I must behave my self Harlot How dread why will my joy forsake so soft a list Will he be so fainthearted as to fly a yielding foe who fainting with a passion tho to fierce to be withstood will melt into his Arms whilst he may fâ—eâ—ly riâ—â—e all those joys that lovers meet and the Dame that loveâ— him more than life become his well plâ—aâ—'d Victim Youth Mâ—thinks I'm more and more transported with the word stâ—at â—remâ—ling 〈◊〉 rough thâ— wide Organs of my Ears and reach the 〈◊〉 seaâ—s of life yet something though I undâ—rstand not wâ—ll what 't is checks me Nay bids me forâ—ear and fly the offer you have made Harlot Alas ' â—is Youthfull fear just so was I possest beforâ— I had entâ—red loves delightfull combate long time I hoverd on its Floâ—ry Verges before I entered but being in I surâ—aited without controwl upon the swâ—ets that nearly must in course resemble Heavenly joys thâ—n stiâ—le those conspiring fancies that wou'd roâ— yâ—u of your bliss and caâ—â— your self into my open arms Youth I am convinced ther 's something more thâ—â— words can well express in loves transporting happyness a â—â—ing so generally coveted by man therefore laying 〈◊〉 side all other thoughts I resolutely throw my self inâ—o your kind embraces to be at your dispose Harlot Spoke like a lover and now will we fly with all the Wings of love to my retirement where my joy shall find far more than he with reason could expect There there my Snowy Arms shall twine about him like the clasping Ivy whilst with a declyning head he pants upon my riseing Breasts and rifles all the sweets of love The Conclusion She has prevail'd the Youth she has insnar'd In those dark Nets she for his Soul prepar'd Whilst he pursueing falls deluding joys Amidst his revels his own Soul destroys So to the snare unthinking Birds still flye So goes the Ox where he must surely dye A Dialogue between Jonah and the Mariners The Argument Jonah supposing though in vain to flye From Gods dread presence his all-seeing Eye Takes shiping but the dreadfull Storms prevenâ— His disobedience when a Whale is sent To take him in when cast into the Sea And cast him on the Coast of Niniveh 1 Mariner O what prodigeous storms arise in the dark Aiâ— what tracks of fâ—re appear how loudly roar the fighting Winds and what a hight mount up the brivy Waves whilst black faced terror does disâ—use it self throughout the Ocean no Sun nor Moon appears to cheer us with their light no Star to guide us in our course 2. Mariner 'T is true the danger 's great that the wild Ocean teems with all uncertain 'tis what Wind rough East or West we now must yield uâ—to the Clouds and Skies express the South-winds rage the murmuring Seas the North-winds fury speak not safe nor Shipwrack can we reach the port 1. Mariner See see the glareing lightning seems to set the Waves on Fire whilst Heaven powrs down its cattaracts of Rain no Fire but that in such a Storm could live how are we born by Winds and Seas fell rage up to the trembling Pole and down again to Accharons deep cave 2. Mariner Tâ—at clap of Thunder rent the Main-mast and has born it by the â—oâ—rd the shrouds are rent and now the leaking Vessel sucks the Waves apace â—ll hâ—lp is vain unless the powâ—r that rules the Winds and Seas with speed call back his angry Messengers and still thâ— boistrous Flood 1 Mariner Yet let 's use our utmost skill no hand must now be unimploy'd to save our lives Cast cast the Cargâ— forth lighten the Vessel and perhaps she then may weather the rough Tempest so so my Lads come over with it all 2. Mariner Now this is done the danger is never the â—ess the Maisen is shivered and the Rudders rent the searchingWaves suppliâ—s the weight of what we have cast forth no safety is expected from our lâ—bour for meâ—â—iâ—ks I see grim death stand a dâ—ncing on the angry Billows and each yauning surge expose wide Graves to my amazd sight no hope remains but what we can expect from prayer then with prostration let each call upon his God and seck for sâ—fety from the angry Deitie perhaps he may relent and biâ— the Winds be still Ha see her 's one regardless sâ—oring on the brink of ruin Roâ—se rouse thou drowsy wretch and call upon thy God Ionah Whos 's that disturbs me with loud clamour is 't not night the time that weary mortals should repose 1. Mariner 'T is true but know before many moments pâ—ss we are no more death horrid death is hasting 〈…〉 Lives the Ship is sinking all our skill to Ionah How then is Death so near Oh! now I hear the Storm the fighting Winds and ratling Thunder shivering the swolen Clouds and feel the heaving Ocean toos the labouring Bark 2. Mar. Yes yes too well we hear the like but for whose cause is all this wrath of Skyes sure Angry Heaven wou'd not destroy us unless some mighty Sin gave provocation Come then and let us cast each Man his Lot that we may find who has transgrest 1. Mar. Agreed agreed Ha! on the Stranger it is fallen tell O tell what thou hast done and who thou art Jonah I am a Hebrew that fled from the Face of him that maâ—e the Vniverse who lives for ever and is only God in Heaven and Earth who rouses or makes still the Seas at pleasure 'T is I 't is I that have occasionâ—d all that threatens you no way there is for safety but by casting me into the Swelling Flood 2. Mar. O wonderfull But how shall we then Answer for your Blood Let not the God whom you Aâ—ore impute to us if in this our great necessitie we do a deed we
Agag How doom'd me dead O name not such another fatal Word Spare spare my Life and all the Treasures I have hid when first the Rumour of the dreadful War alarm'd my affrighted coast are â—t your service Samuel Your Treasure perish with you not all the 〈◊〉 of the Vniverse shall rescue you from Death Agag O draw not draw not in this rage your 〈…〉 Sword Consider I am a Man a Father 〈◊〉 â—onarch Seest thou not what Robes of 〈◊〉 adorn me seest thou not this awful Circle 〈◊〉 o're with Gems This Scepter at whose wave the Princes cring'd and kiss'd the dust seest not him to whome a thousand knees were wont to â—end him on whose Breath dependeth Life and Death now prostrate on the ground imploring 〈◊〉 for himself Samuel All this I see and as far as humane fr ailâ—â— can bear sway am moved yet must not dare not 〈◊〉 not disobey my God Agag O! consider once again that my Mother 〈◊〉 a Queen in distant Lands O think what grief will be to her to hear her only Son is slain Samuel In vain is all you urge and this last â—aying whets my Anger more when I consider how your blood-bedaubed Hands have made the Nations mourn how your destroying Sword has raised the Widdows cries and tender Infants sighs lo the many slaughters you have made in Jacob's borders rendred thousands câ—ildless wherefore the self same Fate be on the Womb that bare you whilst thus thus I execute Gods wrath on thy pernicious Head Agag Oh Oh I 'm slain I 'm slain I that have scaped a thousand deaths in battel tamely fall a Victim to the Zealous Fury of an inraged Prophet Samuel Thus what Saul left undone my aged hand finished and atton'd for Jacobs Land A Dialogue between David Saul and Goliah upon their Incounter The Argument David Anointed King of Jacobs Seed Hastes to the Camp of Saul with swiftest speed And undertakes to fight the mighty Foe Who with proud boasting forty days durst show His monstrous Bulk defying Israels Host But David with a sling soon quells his Boast Saul SPeak speak young Stripling is it as my Captain has related darest thou that art but a Youth Expose thy self against this Monster that defies my Host. David My Lord I dare though not presuming on the Arm of flesh but totally relying on the Living God who has delivered me from the devouring Rage of 〈◊〉 and of Bears nor dare I now doubt the assistance of his power to bâ—ing low the haughty Pride of this bold Philistine that has defied tbe Armies of the living God Saul Bold is your Spirit and your courage brave the two first steps to Glorious Actions shine in you but yet consider he 's a man of War mighty in strength and dreaded by the most â—edoubted Captain of the Israelites David Great King did I rely on my own strength I must confess his monstrous shape might dash my resolution but his strength on whom the high success depends is capable by meanest things to quell the mighty and bring low all strength and power with him there 's nought impossible Saul Spoke like a Champion worthy to subdue the world A Champion on whose Head your King will stake the Diâ—dem of Israel my Armour there so put it on and gird your self in Walls of shining Steel to fit you for the danger David Alas my Lord it needs not for with these few stones I 'le quell your Foe and make him kiss the the humble Plain Saul Braver in bold resolutions still Well go thou worthy and be prosperous may the bright Minister of Heaven protect you from his rage and make him fall before you David All thanks great King and may the God Iacob prosper you while thus your Servant posteth to assured Victory David and Goliah come near each other Ha ha ha how am I moved to laughter when I think the King of Israel in forty days could find no fitter man than this to fight me sure this unarmed Stripling is but sent to mock me as imagining when he has teized me with some Railery to run away and escape my following fury by reason of my heavy Armour David Why laughs the Monstrous Philistine why with wide Iaws dare he disdain my youth knew I no other God than Moloch and accursed Dagon I should not come resolved to the Combat Gol. How to the Combate Knowest thou with whom poor youth thou art to fight Hast thou not heard of the sad Slaughters I have made how this powerfull hand has broke through the affrighted Squadrons of the Foe and mowed with Whirlwinds Fury on each side cutting through Groves of Spears a bloody way to Victory till hâ—â—ps of slain have â—ali'd me in and thinkest thou with a Staff to drive me hence May Moloch and great Dagâ—â— blast thy foolish thoughts Dav. Not all the bloody deeds thou hast done can fright the Son of Jesse nâ—r once dismay the Man that hâ—t avow'd to viâ— oppressed Israel of so great a curb that henceforth haughty man may not so boldly trust in Arms of Flesh. Gol. Why hoverest thou then round me at this rate and shunnest my fury art afraid to come within my reach Come to me and I will give thy Flesh to the Fowls of the Air and to the Beasts of the Field Tear thee in ten thousand pieces and thy scattered Limbs set up as Trophies of my Victory in all the Coasts of Israel when this fatal Sword has made its Monarch stoop to the Philiâ—â—â—nes yoke Dav. In vain are all thy unregarded Threats Aâ—though thou comest to me with a Sword â— Spear and Shield and I to thee in the name of the Lord of Hosts the God of the Armies of Israel whom thou hast defied Gol. O how hot is my revenge To what a height boils up my ragiâ—g Fury O that thou wert this moment in my reach how would I toss thee in the Air and pash thy falling Body on the Rocks Dav. I 'll not be long e're I advance to tâ—y destruction for this day will the Lord deliver thee into mine hands and I will smite thee and take thine head from thee and I will give the Carkasses of the Philistines this day unto the Fowls of the Air and to the wild Beasts of the Earth that all the Earth may know there is a God in Israel and all this Assembly shall know that the Lord saveth not with Sword and Spear and he will give it into our hands Gol. I 'll not endure this longer but chastize thy Insolence with flaming Steel whose very touch shall make thee fly in sunder Dav. Nor will I fail to meet your utmost fury and thus I 'll thunder on â—our lofty Front and bring you to the ground Gol. O horrour Death and Ruine what dark Mist is this benights my Eyes what dreadful bolt on flaming Wings thrown by some envious power â—as thus o'rethrown the great Goliah and laid all his Trophies level with the dust Dav.
Zarephath The Argument The Raven fed Elijah finding dâ—y The Brook of Cherish at Gods word does fly To Zerephath and near the Gate does find A Widdow for whose kindness he proves kind Saving her Life by miracle that done He shows Gods Power in raising her dead Son Eli. THis is the place the happy place appointed by the God of Israel to give â—liâ—ah rest And see according to his word the Widdow in whose House I must sojourn till wastful â—amine destroys the Land makes her retreat to â—hose vast Dâ—sarts where the scorching Sun forbids â—he falling showers Wid. Ha! What stranger is this that hasts to our 〈◊〉 wretched half starved City whose faint inhabiâ—â—â—ts resemble Death's pale Image and seem rather â—andring shades than Mortal substances Eli. Haste haste thou happy Woman whom Heaâ—en ordains to find refreshment for a weary Travelâ—â—r hast I say and fetch me bread and water speediâ—â— to stay my fleeting Soul Wid. Alas Sir As for bread 't is become so great 〈◊〉 that scarce a Morsel's to be found in this 〈◊〉 City Water indeed we have yet that of late is 〈◊〉 o're plenty Eli. Can it be that such a stately Pile such lofty Edifices are so quickly drained of that which is the Staff of Life W. Know you not Sir that Meagre Famine with dreadful howlings terrifies the Nation tearing up with brazen Talents the long barren Soil crushing with Iron Teeth the hardest Flints whilst all her Bones appear through her close cleaving Skin and her sunk Eyes and shrivled Dugs make her look frightful to poor pining Mortals Eli. I know for sin for dire heart hardning sin the just iâ—censed Majesty of Heaven has chas'd away the swelling Clouds grown big with showers whose gentle distillation should assist kind Nature in performing her desired task and close the crannies of the yauning Earth nor shall the cattaracts give rain in years to come so Iacobs God decrees Wid. If Earth deny her Fruits much longer whâ— can live since we already see so many thousands gasping for a moments Life and hear no other cries than what proceed from sad necessitie whilst nothing that 's unclean is left unfed upon As for my self all I have left is but a handful of course meal and a small quaâ—tity of Oyl nay and half that 's my Sons to dress whicâ— am gathering these few sticks for that we may eat anâ— dye Eli. Dread not Death since Heaven is carefuâ— of your preservation dress instantly what now yoâ— have and still your store shall be continued Wid. It cannot be or if it do remain with 〈◊〉 unconsumed a while it soon will wast and then we havâ— no more to eat nor know we where to buy for now purâ— Gold and Silver once a precious bane is gladly give for the vilest things with which the worst of Creatâ—â—â— heretofore were fed Eli. Dispute not what I bid but do as I commanâ— and live dare you doubt that ought's impossible wiâ—â— God who sent me to preserve your life whiâ—â— â—ll the streets are paved with dead and dying wretches Wid. My Heart misgives me and something as it were does wisper me in my Ear that it is a Prophet speak therefore totally relying on your word I 'le instantly make tryal If I live I live at the worst I can but dy Ha all I have taken out cannot be mist the Cruse and the Barrel fill again by Miracle Eli. And so they shall till plenteous Harvest bends with Golden Ears the feeble stalks and Wine and Oyl is every where abounding Wid. Blessed for ever be the Name of Israels God Who has sent his Servant to his Hand-maid to preserve her by wayes unexpected from a Death that could not but by miracle have been prevented Eli. No more but dress what 's in thy hand whilst I revive and render thanks to his all glorious Name who has vouchsafed this favour Wid. With eager Williâ—gness I fly to do what you â—â—mmand Conclusion On unexhausted food three Persons fed Till fatal sickness struck the youngest dead But by the Prophet he to Life is brought When bold Elisha furious Ahab sought And tries by Sacrifice who is the God That heals and wounds shedding the curst Priests blood Then tells of Rain that quickly does insue And Earths dry face with Vervant Robes renew Whilst Iezabel his Life with labour sought From Earth he is in a fiery Chariot caught Leaving Elisha who does strait inherit A double Portion of Elija's Spirit A Dialogue between Ahab and Naboth The Argument Naboth by Ahab sent for waits upon His King to know what 't is he wou'd have done Who asks his Vineyard Naboth it denyes For which denyal ston'd with stones he dyes Naboth LOng live the King of Israel why is it my Lord has sent to speak unto his Servant Why is such an honour as the presence of a King conferred upon unworthy Naboth Thus low I beg to know the reason Ahab Rise worthy Subject 't is a Monarch bids you leave that Posture 't is your King that has a Suit to Naboth Na. Can Israels great and glorious Prince the Ruler of the God of Iacobs Heritage on whose Breath my Life depends sue to his Subject or seek ought of him that his obedience shall not readily comply with Ahab You will oblige me much if my Expectations are but answered 't is a small Request yet prized by me at no low rate Na. Speak mighty Monarch Let your Servant know your Pleasure nay command and be obeyed Ahab Have you not a Vineyard joyning to the Palace of your King Na. I have great Sir your Servant has a poor Inheritage in which he takes delight to recreate himself and pass the flying day in rural Labourâ—â— one while guiding the growing Tendrils where to clime directing the rich Vines to their beloved Elm at other whiles pruning the luxurious branches cultivating the hard Soil and drawing softer Molâ— about their spreading Roots and when the long wish'd Harvest comes 't is my delight to crop the swelling Clusters and press out the Necterous Juyce Umbrag'd by the leaâ—â—e Verdure from the Suns hot Beams and taught to know the Works of Nature Ahab 'T is sure you cannot but be much delighted with the pleasant divertisement since you sâ—em so much transported with relating it But to urge my meaning home suppose your King should be desirous to possess it Would Naboth without grudging part with what does render him such pleasure Na. How most gracious Lord what part with my Inheritance O let me on my knees implore my King would urge this thing no further Ahab Nay let not Naboth be mistaken Ahab asks it not without a price Its value you shall have in Ophirs of finest Gold or else a Vineyard far exceeding it in Circuit and abounding more in Trees producing Nectar and Ambrosia Na. But let the King of Israel consider that the Vineyard he demands is his poor Subjects dear Inheritage O rather ask Life and take it
hand which Labours in my Breast C. What means my Lord the King what are his thoughts thus low I beg to be made privy to the intentions of a Monarch H. You are my faithful Counsellor and to your Care and Conduct what your King intends shall be committed all the male infants in suspicious Bethlehem and throughout every Border appertaining to that City are doom'd dead from two years old and under that amongst them him that I suspect may fall so that the madding People who are ever fond of innovation may be retained in their obedience C. 'T is brave though bloody yet the King shall be obeyed before to morrow this time not a Brat shall live beneath the Age you mention no â—ity or remâ—rse shall be of force to stay our Hands to the cries of tender Mothers we will be deaf as Seas and whilst the Younglings sprawl upon our Spears our Hearts shaâ—l be as hard â—s Adamant no lurking holes shall save them from our fuâ—y death death shall be their portion from the tender breasts we will snatch them to untimely Graves H. Your resolution fits my purpose and when put in execution will quickly hush my fears therefore about it strait makeâ— no delay whilst I retire and with impatience expect a full account of your proceedings C. My Speed shall show my willingness in what I undertake Death and Fury now inspire me for the blackest Murthers the bright Lamp of Day ever yet beheld Conclusion The Plot thus laid in practice soon is put The Throats of near six thousand Infants cut By Herods cruel Soldiers whilst the cries Of tender Mothers pierce the weeping Skies But vain the Tyrant seeks the Life of him That wears the glorious starry Diadem For he to Egypt flies but Rachel sore Laments her Sons because they are no more Imagined Discourse between Joseph and Mary upon their returning out of Egypt The Argument The blessed Pair admire Gods Providence And glorifie his great Omnipotence Who murthering Herod struck with fearful Death Briâ—ging them safely to fair Nazareth I. THe cruel Tyrant that late raged in slaughter and dyed deep his hands in blood of Innocents is tumbled in the dust his bold Ambition is sunk beneath the Grave M. In vain he strove to rob us of our only Ioy in vain he plotted to surprise the Life of our dear Son and Lord. I. All that Man does against the great decrees of Heaven is unprosperous no force nor policy can ever prevail against Omnipotence M. 'T is true but yet his murderâ—â—◠〈◊〉 have made some thousands childless I. Although his cruelty by Gods high sufferance extended to the shedding of their blood yet they are happy falling for the sake of him who came to save them from eternal Death and God that can make fruitful barren Wombs can when he pleases give their Parents a supply M. With him 't is true there is nothing impossible therefore how ought men to adore his sacred Name and at an awful distance struck with admiration contemplate his wonders I. They ought indeed with lowest reverence admire and love such boundless goodness nor shall my Tongue ever want praises for the Mercies he has shewed nor will I spare to tell of all his loving kindness M. We will praise him in the Beauty of his Holiness ' and never cease to bow before the Foot-stool of his Throne of Grace and with humility revere his tremendous Majesty I. 'T is fit we should but now Night hasts apace and we must rest our selves awhile and in this hospitable place refresh the blessed Infant the sole carâ— of Heaven M. 'T is indeed convenient that when the Sun risinâ—â—lorious in the East sends forth his Beams to chear thâ— Bosom of the Earth we may reach the much desireâ— Coast of Galilee it not being yet safe for us to go tâ— Bethlehem because the Tyrants Son reigns in Judea Conclusion Thus out of Egypt did God call his Son Whom there â—e sent the Tyrants rage to shuâ— An imagined Discourse between Jarus and his Daughter after her being raised from the dead D. ALass my Father why is it you suffered me to slumber thus unmeasurably F. Slumber my dear Child had not Heavens Favourite been propitious it had been everlasting sleep D. Indeed I could have been contented to have slept on if I thought you 'd not have chid me for my drowsiness for I was much delighted with the pleasant Visions I beheld or Fancy represented F. Vision says my Child Alass they were Visions but must needs be strange ones D. O me I must confess they were something strange for I remember whilst you and my Mother sat weeping by the Bed that a blew mist came o're my Eyes and doz'd my Senses when methoughts a lovely Youth â—lâ—d in a glorious Garb stood by me and with beaming Eyes so dazled me with rayes of Light that I was much amazed But long he pawz'd not e're he snatched me from my bed and with expanded Wings slew swift as I thought through many Regions paved with Stars a shining with glittering Fires where I beheld strange shapes and heard amazing voices when mounting still at last he brought me within sight of a most Glorious Mansion whose out-side shone with such exceeding brightness that I was obliged sometimes to shut mine eyes as not capable of steady gazing At the Gate stood throngs of Glorious Forms in Robes of purest White with Crowns of Gold upon their Heads Palms in their Hands and Golden Harps whereon they play melodious and ravish'd all my Sences with their charming voices seeming in their Songs to express much joy at our approach but being about to enter methought I heard a voice as loud as thund er cry return when on a suddain down I sunk like Lightning and starting at the supposed fall I waked F. And do you fancy then you only slept D. What more since what I saw I wakening find to be a dream the meer representation of a roving Fancy F. Mistake not my dear Daughter for to your Fathers grief your Soul was separated by the hand of Deatâ— from its loved Mansion this beauteous Form in which now streams warm blood was some hours since a cold pale lifeless course D. How was I dead How dead O speak F. Yes Death had snatched thee from me leaving me to mourn for so great a loss and thou hadst been no more had not the mighty Prophet by his word called back thy fleeting Soul D. How can it be that I should be dead but if it be no more pain to dye than what I felt I shall hereafter dread Death less yet say was that the Prophet that stood by me when I waked methought he look'd most lovely F. It was the wonder-working Prophet whose great Miracles astonish all man-kind but since my joy again is full in having my sole comfort by his power restored and rescued from the Grave let us hence and publish the amazing news to our Relations that they
their malicioâ— Rulers knew not against whom they cry'd nor whâ— it was they did P. I dare beleive as much but the sad deed is pâ—â—ecal and all you argue now is vain W. As to retrieve the fact it is but yet the glorious Prophet whom the foolish People think now dead if my Dreams inform me right lives lives Immortal never more to dye P. How lives Then fear strikes me horror chills me and I tremble at what you relate W. It was no common man that in that barbarous manner they have used but one who in his Hands has power of Life and Death A Power invincible not to be subdued by Armies had he not consented to lay down his Life P. Indeed his meekness melted me into Compassion and made me labour to deliver him W. This this was he of whom the Cibils sung in mistick numbers this this was that dear Prince of â—eace that should give Peace to the long warring World P. Then I am guilty of a horrid Crime but now it is â—ast in vain it is to argue it what I have done I in a â—anner was compelled to do therefore the Blood sâ—â—â—ed be on the guilty Nation as the clamorous Rout â—equired â—hilst I go mourn to wash away the Guilt â—f Blood so precious yet so vilely spilt W. And I likewise retire with fear and dread â—o worship him the foolish Iews think dead Zacheus in the Sycamore Tree A Prophet Risen yes a Prophet great Good just and wise if Fame the truth relâ—te â—s is wonder-working power has rais'd in me wondâ—rous longing his loved Face to see â—t still he is incompass'd with such croudâ— â—â—at each huge bulk the happy Object shrouds â—om my low stature yet I heard men say 〈◊〉 was to travel through a narrow way â—ading directly to my house if so 〈◊〉 add a height to what appears so low Upon the Branches of this shading Tree Little Zacheus shâ—ll advanced be So now I`m up and hither flows the croud With shouts with Praises and Hosannahs loud 'T is 't is the Lord now I shall see his Face O that I in his eyes may find some grace How lovâ—ly looks he O! â—ow innocent And now on me his radient eyes are bent Ha see he beckons Iâ—le with speed descend And on the wonder-working Lord attend Conclusion Thus goes the faiâ—hful Man and by command Does entertain the Lord of Sea and Land The King of all the Glâ—â—ious Heavenly Band. Nicodemus his Considerations form'd intâ— a Dialogue between him and the World The Argument By night the Ruler comes resolv'd to hear The sacred Doctrine ' câ—use the Paniâ—k fear He had of misbeleiâ—ing Juda â—w'd Morâ— than the wrath of an incâ—nsed God W. STrange it is you should neglect my motiâ—â— at this rate and pinâ— away with Imaginâ—â—tions of you know not what N. Be sâ—ill lâ—ud 〈◊〉 Fâ—lly sâ—mething witâ— commandâ— me to obey iâ—s diâ—tates and fly witâ— speed the Physitian W. To the phyâ—itian why are you disâ—ase then if so it is suâ—e I have a thousand Cordials give you ease made up of rich ingredientâ— such seldom fail man-kind N. Alâ—ss tâ—â— oft they do and aâ—e at bâ—st but luscious Pâ—isâ—n wâ—ich maâ— be antidoted fâ—r a time but in the eâ—d deâ—trâ—â—s the Patient W. How why sure the Man on whom I have â—â—stowed so many Favours câ—nnot be so much inâ—râ—â—â—ful to reject my kind advice N. Forbeaâ— tâ— trouble mâ— sâ—â—â—e it is noâ— in your â—owâ—r tâ—â—ive me ease a wounded Soâ—l you cannot câ—re but 〈◊〉 make it wâ—rse ◠〈◊〉 â—hat the thing that thuâ— disturâ—s my darling 〈◊〉 iâ— that be alâ— it is 〈◊〉 â—â—ing â—oâ—al fâ—r a day â—r â—â—o but fâ—asting â—our dull Senâ—â—s wiâ—h dâ—light and all your cares â—ill vanish N. In vâ—in you â—rge iâ— therefore uâ—ge no mâ—re frâ—m â—his daâ— I renâ—unce you and yoâ—â— guilâ—â—d vâ—nitiâ—s my 〈◊〉 Treâ—sures or whâ—teâ—â—â— you 〈◊〉 a soli◠〈…〉 hencefoâ—th be no 〈◊〉 tâ—e sâ—llâ—ce of mâ— mind bâ—t Viâ—tue that essential haâ—â—â—nâ—ss shall bâ— my deâ—r comâ—aniâ—n W. And will you then cast off â—our Grandure Gaiâ—y lay by your awful Robes anâ— leave your sumpâ—uous Fare to pine and languish to be fed with â—ears and sighs as those that do forsake me are will you I say fall under sad reproach contempt â—nd scorn N. This and much more I`le do for everlasting Life â—â—r will I argue longer least the happy motion thaâ— disâ—â—ses me to happiness should fail but with sâ—ift feet â—hilst â—arkâ—ess â—antles in the World fly â—o the Foâ—ntain â—f all â—oâ—s W. But thither I will â—ollw thâ—e and pull thâ—e â—ick if possiâ—le 〈…〉 â—our beleiâ— and stâ—ive to blind your Sence That you shall dimly see true Excellence A Memento to Hypocrites or an Imagined Dialogue bâ—tween Ananias and Saphira The Argument The Plot 's contriv'd they would have Heaven and yet Too great a price they would not give for it But purchase at a rate themselves think fit SEe how the crowding Pe ople flow to hear the new sprung Doctrine and bring dayly Gifts to those that teach it A. It is true nor must we be behind hand since we have embracâ—t it S. It is true but if we sell our poor inheritance and part with all the price how shall we afterwards subsist Indeed I 'de willingly partake of the joys the Teachers promise yet methinks I would not be poor for that will râ—nder us contemptible A. Take no care for that we`ll give and yet we will save enough to keep us from contempt S. But how if the fraud should be discovered A. O fear it not what Mâ—rtal can discover it he that bought it knows not ouâ— intention or if he does will never inquire how we bestow the coin S. I dare beleive as much therefore go you and lay a part of it at the great Teachers Feet whilst â— secure the rest and then I will follow for my Benediction A. I 'le do as you advise and hope to be as well accepted as those who part with all they have S. But if you should be asked if what you bring is the total Summ where are you then A. Why thinkest thou he that has devised cannoâ— without a blush affirm it is the whole nor let youâ— assuration be less least we should differ and by thaâ— means be detected S. I 'le warrant you I 'le have my lesson therefore be concerned no further but about it Conclusion Thus is the project laid though all in vain Yet such an one as might deceive meer man But good St. Peter fill'd with holy fire Sees through the thin device and as their hire Gives them to death by whose hard hand they dy That to the holy Ghost durst boldly lâ— A Dialogue between Satan and Simon Magus The Argument The Prince of darkness angry that his power Is baffled by Gods sacred Word a shower Of wrath designs to rain but can't devour S. HOw now my Vice-roy wherefore is it you give ground have not I
And by his word restor'd it without pain Rescued thus from the hands of cruel death Who had already seiz'd upon my breath I live a monument to glorify The Lord of Host whose dwelling is on high And henceforth will not dare offend my God Who in his mercy is to me so good A Dialogue between the Mariners after St. Pauls shipwrack The Argument The Mariner's now safe at land adâ—iâ—e The great Apostle who from Seas dread ire Preserved them safe and Heavens hot darling fire 1 M. O What a Tempest have we scaped how the rough winds assailed from all their quarters our distressed Bark and yet strong she laboured with the waves 2 M. 'T is true the â—laming Skies sent fire upon us in such dreadful sort that every moment I expected we should be a blaze 3 M. 'T is wonderful that none of us should perish in sogreat a danger 1. M. We might have prevented this sad ruine had we taken the good Prisoners word who told us what would come to pass 2 M. Sure he is some Angel that was sent to save for I never thought we could have weathered such a Tempest to have brought our Ship into the Harbour 3 M. He is a Heavenly Man past doubt some man protected by a power divine or else the Viper would have killed him 1 M. Nay â—he wicked Soldiers were about to do it and we should have perished for his blood 2 M. I wonder what he is sent to Caesar for 3 M. They say about his Doctrine If so I doubt not but he will come off for all he speaks is Heavenly and I hear him ever 1 M. Nay of us admire but now night calls us and we must to our apartments and for the future if we get another Vessel I kope our Master will regard him more and give good heed to all he says 2 M. He ought to do it and no doubt when Caesar hears of what has passed he will not frown upon a Man for whose sake Heaven has spared our lives but come for this time let us hence Conclusion Thus far the great Apostle is arriv'd In vain is all his Foes have yet contriv'd To Rome he next proceeds and wins applause In pleading his dear masters sacred cause Strengthning the weak confirming those that stand Converting many and has great command O're Hearts of men till monsterous Nero stir'd By Satans Malice kills him with a Sword On the Infancy of our Saviour HAil blessed Virgin full of Heavenly Grace Blest above all that sprang from humane race Whose Heav'n saluted Womb brought forth in One A blessed Saviour and a blessed Son O! what a ravishment'â— had been to see Thy little Saviour perking on thy Knee To see him nuzzel in thy Virgin-Breast His milk-white Body all unclad undrest To see thy busie Fingers close and wrap His spreading limbs in thy indulgent Lap To see his desp'rate Eyes with childish grace Smiling upon his smiling Mothers face And when his forward strength began to bloom To see him diddle up and down the Room O who would think so sweet a Babe as this Should e're be slain by a false-hearted Kiss Had I a Rag if sure thy body wore it Pardon sweet Babe I think I should adore it Till then O grant this Boon a Boon far-dearer The Weed not being I may adore the wearer On the Young man in the Gospel HOw well our Saviour and the landed Youth Agreed a little while And to say truth Had he had will and power in his hand To keep the Law but as he kept his Land No doubt his Soul had found the sweet fruition Of his own choise desires without petition But he must Sell and Follow or else not Obtain his Heaven O now his Heaven 's too hot He cannot stay he has no business there He 'll rather miss than buy his Heav'n to dear When broth 's too hot for hasty Hounds how they Will lick their sâ—alded lips and sneak away On Peter's Cock THe Cock crow'd once and Peter's careless ear Could hear it but his eye not spend a tear â—he Cock crow'd twice Peter began to creep â—o th' Fire side but Peter could not weep â—he Cock crow'd thrice Our Saviour turn'd about â—nd look on Peter now his tears burst out 'T was not the Cock it was our Saviour's Eye Till he shall give us tears we cannot cry On the Penny HE that endur'd the tyranny of Heat The Morning sorrow and the Mid-day-sweaâ— The Evening toil and burthen of the day Had but his promis'd Penny for his pay Others that loyter'd all the Morning stood I' th' Idle Market whose unpractis'd bloud Scarce felt the warmth of labour nor could show A blush of action had his penny too What Wages can we merit as our own Slaves that are bought with price can challenge none But only Stripes alass if Servants could Do more than bid they do but what they should When man endeavours and when Heav'n engages Himself by Promise they are Gifts not Wages He must expect we must not look t' obtain Because we Run nor do we run in vain Our running shows the effect produces none The Penny 's given alike to every one That works i' th' Vineyard Equal price was shar'd T'unequal Workers therefore no Reward Lord set my hands awork I will not serve For Wages least thou give what I deserve On Ananias THe Land was his the Land was his alone 'T was told and now the money was his own The Power remain'd in the Possessors hand To keep his money or have kept his land But once devoted to the Churches good And then conceal'd it cost his life his blood If those that give may not resume agin Without a Punishment without a Sin What shall become of those whose unjust power Despoils the widowed Temple of her Dower Who takes her profits and instead of giving Encrease to her revenues makes a liviâ—g Upon her ruins growing plump and full Upon her wants being cloathed in her Wooll While she sustains th' extreams of cold and hunger To pamper up the fat Advowson-munger To thrust their Flesh-hooks and their thirsty Pot And only leave her what they value not And whilst her sacred Priests that daily tread Their slighted Corn must beg their early Bâ—ead Or else be forc'd to purchase easie sharâ—â— With that dear priâ—e of their ungranted Prayers Let such turn back their Sacrilegious eyes And see how breathlâ—ss Ananias â—â—es Behold the Wagâ—â— that his sâ—n procures That was a Mole-hiâ—l to these Alâ—s of yours He took it from the Church did but conâ—eal Some parts he gave But your false singers steal Her main Inheritance her own Possession His was but â—are deceipt yours bold Oppression O if no less than the first death was due To him what death d' ye think's prepar'd for you So often as your paâ—per'd eyes shâ—ll look On your Estates think on the Flying-Book There is Newly Published Fifteen extraordinary pleasant and useful Books which
are to be sold by John Dunton at the black Raven at the corner of Princes street near the Royall Exchange London 1. A Very delightful New-years Gift entituled Heavenly Pastime or pleasant Observations on all the most remarkable passages throughout the Holy Bible of the Old and New Testament newly Allegoriz'd in several pleasant Dialogues Poems Similitudes Paraphrases and Divine Fancies To which is added 1 The Miraculous manner of the production of our Old Grandmother Eve with the supposed manner of Adams first Nuptial Addresses to her with the pleasant circumstances of their Marriage 2 You have an account of Eves first Addresses to Adam and her Industry in making a Garment for her Husband 3 You have a pleasant account of Adam and Eves Winter Suites their lodging and first building with an account in what pretty manner they first invented a Fire to warm them 4 You have abundance of supposed Dialogues very full of delightful reading The first is between Adam and Eve and Eve and the Serpent the second Dialogue is between Cain and Abel Monster Sin and Conscience 3. Between Abraham and Saraâ— upon her laughing at the thoughts of her bearing Children in her old Age. 4. Between Abraham and hiâ— dear and only Son Isaac before his Father went to offer him up as a Sacrifice 5. Between Isaac and Rebeâ—â—a at their first meeting 6. Between Iacob and Rachel upon his being willing to serve fourteen years to obtain her â—ove 5 A wonderful Account how Pharaoh and all his Host were drowned in the Red Sea 6 A Dialogue between Grim Death and the â—lying Minutes 7 Between Balaam and his Ass. 8 The Triumphs of Chastity or a Dialogue between Ioseph and his Mistress upon her tempting of him to uncleanness 9 A Dialogue between the wanton Harlot and the Debauched Youth 10 A Dialogue between Sampson and his beloved Dalilah 11 Between Ruth and Naomi upon these words Nothing but Death shall part thee and me 12 Between David and Goliah upon their first encounter 13 Between Ionathan and David including all the sweets of an intire friendship 14 Between David Vriah and Bathsheba 15 A choice Dialogue fancyed between King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba about the wonderful works of God throughout the whole Creation to which is added the glory and splendor of King Solomon's Court together with the Queen of Sheba's glorious progress to it 16 A Dialogue between Iehu and wanton Iezabel 17 Haman on the Gallows or a Dialogue between Haman and Mordecai 18 Between Adonibezeck and one of the sixty Kings he tormented under his Table supposed to be in the other world 19 A Dialogue between Iob and his Wife 20 Between Isaiah and Hezekiah relating to the fifteen years that was added to his Life 21 A Dialogue between Nebuchadnezzar and the three Children called Shadrack Mesheck and Abednego that were cast into the fiery Furnace 22 Between Darius and Daniel when he was cast into a Den to be devoured by roaring Lions 23 Between Ionah and the Mariners in the Storm before he was â—wallowed up alive by a Whale 24 Between Zacharias and Elizabeth 25 A fancy'd Dialogue between riâ—h Dives and poor ragged Lazarus 26 A very affectionate Dialogue between the returning Prodigal and his loveing Father together with choice Meditations upon our Saviours great compassion to the Converted Thief upon the Cross. 27 A Dialogue betwen Iudas and the High-Priest about betraying of Christ together with Iudas's doleful desspair 28 Between Nicodemus and the deceitful World wherein the World promises glorious matters 29 A Dialogue between Pilate and his Wife after he had condemn'd our Blessed Saviour 30 A choice Dialogue between Iairus and his Daughter after her being raised from the dead representing what ravishing sights probably her Soul might behold during all the time her Body lay dead in the Grave 31 A memento to Hypocrites or a Dialogue between Ananias and Saphira 32 A strange Dialogue between the Devil and Simon Magus 33 Between the dispossest Damosel and her Master when Paul and Silas were by a Miracle releas'd out of Prison 54 Useful Meditations upon Eutichus falling down dead sleeping at a Sermon 35 An awakening Dialogue between the Mariners after St. Pauls Shipwrack With above fifty extraordinary pleasant Dialogues and Poems besides By Iohn Dunton Author of the Sickmans Passing-bell Price Bound two Shillings and six pence 2. The Compleat Tradesman or The Exact Dealers daily Companion Instruâ—ting him throuâ—hly in all things absolutely necessary to 〈…〉 all those who would thrive in the 〈…〉 in the whole Art and Mystery of Trad◠〈…〉 and will be of constant use for all 〈…〉 whole-sale-men Shop keepers Retailers Yoâ—â—g Tradesmen Countrey Chapmen Industâ—â—ous Yâ—oâ—en Traders in petty Villages and all Farmers and others thaâ— go to Countrey-Fairs and Markets and for all meâ— whatsoever that be of any Trade or have any considerable Dealings in the World Written by N. H. Merchant in the City of London The Third Edition with large Additions wherein is now fully taught The pleasant and delightful Art of Money-Catching Price Bound â— s. 3. An Ingenions Discourse against Naked Breast and Shoulders Patches Painted Faces and Long Perriwiggs By Mr. Iay Rector of Chinner in Oxfordshire Price Bound 1 s. 4. A Conâ—iuation of Morning Exercise Quesâ—iâ—ns and Cases of Conscience praâ—â—iâ—ally resolved by 31 Reverend Divines in the City of London October 1682. Some of the Cases in this Exercise are as follows 1. How may we Experiâ—nce it in our selves and Evidence it to others that serious Godliness is more than a Fancy 2. What may most hopâ—fully â—e attempted to allay animosities amongst Protestâ—nts that our Divisions may not be our Ruine 3. How may we best cure the love of being flattered 4. What are the best Preservatives against Melancholy and overmuch Sorrows 5. How may our belief of God's governing the whole World support us in all worldly distractions whatsoever 6. Wherein is a middle worldly condition most eligible 7. How may we improve those Doctrines and Providences that transcend our understanding 8. How ought we to do our Dutys towards others though they do not theirs towards us 9. What distance ought we to keep in following the strange and ridiculous Fashions of apparel which came up in the Days wherein we live 10. How may Child bearing Women be most encouraged and supported against in and under the hazard of their Travel With 21 most excellent choice cases of Conscience more which I have not room here to insert Price bound 8 s. 5. The Pilgrims Guide from the Cradle to his Death-bed with his glorious passage from thenâ—e to the New Ierusalem represented to the Lâ—â—â— in a Delightful New Allegory wherein the Christian â—raveller â—s more fully and plainly directed than yet ever he â—ath been by any in the right and nearest â—ay to the Celestial Paradise to which is added the Sick mans Passing-Bell together with the Customs of several Nations in the burial of their dead