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

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

be the night when feare did make her us part Blest be that day when God did prove my heart Blessed be him who did Gods wrath appease Blessed be him who doth my faith increase Blesse me yee pow'rs divine three one most wise Make all my thoughts and deeds please thy blest eyes A WARNING FOR Sabbath-Breakers VVHen as the All-seeing God of Gods did give The Reins to me I carelesly did live For on his great and Sacred day of rest His Sabbath made for man which he hath blest I with the vulgar ran and did transgresse His chiefe command which here I will expresse On Whitsunday that 's past was sixteene yeere I grosly sin'd eschewing griefe and feare For in the morne when from the bed I rose The world the flesh the Divell did dispose Of me and made me rave disdaine and sweare My heart was vext which made me then forbeare To goe to Church to ease my troubled mind But in an Ale-house thought more ease to find Where I Tobacco tooke and healths did drinke Of Whitsunday I never once did thinke Nor of Gods will that morne I thus did spend Till Divine prayers and Sermon both did end Then in that Ale-house I my dinner tooke Gods word his House that day my heart forsooke Yet after noone I to my Master went To waite on him to Church but my intent Was crost by sloth for by the way I met His spouse and him and children all compleat Then with his servants did I goe along Unto the Church but from that zealous throng I did depart and I againe did goe Unto those joviall lads whose zeale I know For my returne did stay among them there I tippled still Gods wrath we did not feare But when I askt if Evening prayer were done A Maid replyd that Sermon was begun Then up we stood a health we did begin A Frollicke cal'd no thought that day of sin But when we thought that Sermon was nere ended To Church we did repaire yet I attended Still at the doore as if at Church I was With zeale devout but this I brought to passe When from Gods House we all departed home I privatly desir'd my Masters groome To helpe me to a horse that I might goe 〈…〉 To visit her whom he too well did know Which he with speed perform'd cause sicke he lay There did I spend the rest of Gods blest day But how or when I did returne againe Or where the horse I rid on did remaine Or eight dayes after being sound and well What then I did I never since can tell But by report of honest worthy men On Trinity munday next that followed then A speciall friend reposed trust in me To gaine a Licence for him speedily Then to my friend the Register I went Who instantly petformed my intent He forthwith brought the Licence seald to me ●or which I paid to every Clarke his fee That Antidote I thought with speed to bring ●o ease their hearts who felt blind Cupids sting ●ut they who thought each houre I stayd a day With all their friends began to lead the way Cause Evening came and far they had to ride Unto the house who for them did provide Then after them I rid with joy and speed To shew my love I brought them what they need Their Licence 't was for which they long had staid The sight of it did make their hearts apaid When they the same receiv'd I went on still Till Phoebus light was clouded with a hill Then from them did I part with many mo Who thought with me to Brecknocke back to go But marke the end when we were at a stand A Glo-worme came and lighted on my hand Then did I ride before when it was night And bragging said that God had sent me light With that I fell from of my horses backe And on a stone my scull I there did cracke My friends amazed stood I lay as dead No wound they saw but inwardly I bled Which stroake my friends and fellows in a feare Some griev'd sigh'd and some their haire did teare Far from a house it was where I did lye What comfort could they have if I should dye Upon their hands each to their friends did goe And my disaster told their feare my woe Then God awak'd a friend who heard the matter He ran with speed and brought me his strong-water His daughters followed him they did repaire Where I did lye thither they brought a chaire His water did my heart and soule revive And made both life and death begin to strive In me within the chaire was I layd And to his house I gently was conveyd And by relation there of many a one In halfe a mile was scarce another stone For to be seene save that whereon I fell Yet where or how it was I cannot tell The Groome more bold and ventrous then the rest Unto my Master rid and him possest By breake of day what dire mischance I had Who rose with speed and came to me most sad By that time came a Surgeon unto me To view my corps but he no wound could see With him my Master stayd foure houres and more And they with all my friends did God implore To save my life I scarcely then had breath Which they perceiv'd and gave me ore for death My Master then returning newes was spread What chance I had and how I lay as dead Which made my friends lament and feare and grieve Yet some that suddaine newes would scarce believe Most of that Country wide and nere about Came thither to see and to resolve their doubt My Master riding home againe did find The Bayliffe of Brecknocke and the Townsmen kind To me they came he met them by the way And gave them thanks they for my life did pray But sure said he my Man is dead ere this He cannot live or else I aime amisse Therefore you need not take such paines in vaine Then all as one replyd to him againe We hope he 'l live as yet this many a yeare Yet home he went and thither sent a biere To carry me upon when I was dead Whereon they plac'd me underneath my head A Scholler of mine whom I did teach to write Thus I as dead did lye in dolefull plight Then on mens shoulders was I carried home To Breknocke Priory brought into that roome Wherein I lay full foure yeares and more A Covenant servant in that house before There I no sooner was layd downe but straight A Surgeon and Physitian both did wait To view my mortall corps and rufull fate For feare least helpe and skill should come too late Two dayes they did consult and feele my head But disagreed then I being almost dead The ' ternall just who kils and doth restore To life made them consult no more And then the Surgeon found the Brain-pans rent Who an incision made to give it vent The fracture in the Temples he had found Where he did make a

benumb'd my drooping mind My tongue my limbs did alteration find For when my speech and faculties I lost Upon deepe despaires tombe my heart was tost And now the heavens who life doth still presage bound up my wounds and bids me cherish age What cares what feares then harbour'd in my brest Is knowne to him who matrimony blest He made me goe unto my Mothers friend That faithfull widdow whom she did commend Our hearts we linkt in one we did agree When that our Nuptiall day should be Which now I note t was just foure dayes before The foure yeeres were expired and no more Upon which day she said for you I tarried My life God spar'd for you yet was I married A twelve moneth since unto an Artist kind Unto a blacke hair'd Painter but I find Dreames are but fantasies they 'r seldome true Then I replyd that dreame perhaps comes now For I a Painter am or would be so Though I of late no faculty could show And Doctor Laud the Lord Archbishops grace Of Canterbury being Bishop of this place Saint Davies calld his Lordship promise made That by Commission I should use that trade Throughout his Dioces to beautifie The House of God by his authoritie And though of late he be translated hence Your dreame my hopes revive without offence Then when the next Lord Bishop there did come For to succeed the Lord Arch-bishops roome That 's now in my behalfe my Master spake To him who nobly for my Masters sake The like Commission caused to be made For me I his assistance had and aid Then with my men Gods house I did adorne Although before I seem'd as one forlorne But riding on the Sabbath day againe My soule and conscience griev'd and did complaine Against my heart God now the umpire is Who will not suffer man to doe amisse Then as I rid I thus resolv'd the doubt It is Gods house which makes me ride about Therefore I know I doe not God offend With that my heart did faint because the end Was for my gaine and not to rectifie The house of God which I did beautifie Then my Commission close two yeeres I staid Because my greedy heart made me dismayd My wife being then with Child that night when she Did hope by her account her Child to see At midnight she fell in a shivering fit Whom I awakt and askt the cause of it This night saith she when I expected ease My spirit or guardian angell which you please To me did speake whereat I was affrighted Thinke not its said that you shall yet be lighted On All Saints day God hath decreed that you Shall then be brought to bed alas it s now Full six weekes hence saith she alas that I Must so long yet endure this misery Yet t is Gods will she said his name I le praise His will be done he hath prolong'd my dayes Then in the morne she heart of grace did take All griefe all feare distrust she did forsake On All Saints eve her labour then begun Sad gripes and throwes in every part did run But by the breake of day on that blest morne That followed next a man child she had borne Into the world wherefore she prais'd the Lord Blessing his name who hath perform'd his word With her and said I most unworthy am To know thy will or call upon thy name Then I another course of life did undertake And for a time all Painting did forsake Because a friend of mine was Sheriffe there And his Recorder made me for that yeare I by that place experience still did gaine There I with credit did my charge maintaine My son by promise by my wifes relation God blest with vertue beyond expectation He being a twelve moneth old or somewhat more His mother dream'd againe as heretofore When Mistresse Prise of Brecknocke Priory lay Most dangerous sicke expecting every day The time she would this wretched life depart Cause all Physitians fayld with skill and Art To cure her long disease yet if she playd With her young child a voice unto her said She should be eas'd of each sicke tedious fit But wisht my houshold not to speake of it Least she should there be made a laughing stocke For dreames are fancies which doe most men mocke Still Mistresse Prise lay sicke as heretofore After that time a moneth I know and more About which time my wife did ride to see Her mother friends and kindred Gods decree That morne she went from home one privatly Reveal'd her dreame but told it secretly To Mistresse Prise who for my child did send To see if after that her griefe would end The child being brought to her with him she playd And him Physition cald but thus she pray'd Lord if it be thy will that I shall live And hast ordain'd this meanes I praises give Unto thy sacred name for this thy love Blesse this sweet child with grace that he may prove Thy Servant here on earth and in the end Make his sweet soule unto thy Throne ascend After the child's being there she mended still And did recover her health Gods sacred will His mother scarce a weeke from home did stay After the child with Mistresse Prise did play But God was pleas'd before my wife came home To make my Mistresse walke about her roome Then God restor'd her to her health againe And ever since in health she doth remaine She can declare the truth which I have Writ To shew the gift of God I thought most fit I having now discharg'd in Brecknockshire The Shire-Clerks place which held but for a yeere It pleas'd the Judges there my will to grace And did confer on me another place They made me an Attorney at th'Assise Which office there my fortunes did not rise Because my Clyants they were Welsh-men bred And when they spake I knew not what they sed Then I a Prentise tooke and thought it fit To teach him all things that was requisite But when I found he Welsh and English spake I thought with him I should more profit make If he and I with my Commission went T' adorne the House of God then my intent And purpose I began yet still I prayd My God my Lord who made my soule affraid T' assist my good desire Lord send me skill Againe t' adorne thy house he knew my will He was my ayd though he chastised me He makes me cautious of his blest decree Though I did once prophane his day of rest Henceforth I hope t' observe his Sabbath blest For on that day within his sacred Booke My heart and soule for profit there shall looke His grace and favour I have found againe He with his blessings doth my life sustaine Still he is pleas'd t' assist me with his grace Which doth my mind content in every place Yet every day my sorrows did encrease Because my speciall friends did still decrease Death strikes them here too fast ah me I grieve To see strong Oakes cast