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.
mourns Though not a Blooâ—y Sâ—crifice as some Vainly believe but spends her dayes to come As a Recluse till Heaven is made her home Psal. 6.2 Have mercy Lord upon me for I am weak O Lord Heal me for my Bones are vexed Soul Jesus Soul Ah! Son of David help Iesus What sinfuâ—â— Crie Implores the Son of David Soul It is I. Jesus Who art thou Soul Oh! a deeply wounded Breast That 's heavie loaden and would sain have rest Jesus I have no Scraps and Dogs must not be fed Like Houshold Children with the Childrens Bread Soul True Lord yet tolerate a hungry whelp To lick your Crumbs O Son of David help Jesus Poor Soul what ail'st thou Soul O I 〈◊〉 I sry I cannot rest I know not where to fly To find some ease I turn'd my blubber'd Face From Man to Man I roll from place to place T' avoid my tortures to obtain relief But still I am dog'd and haunted with my grief My Mid-night torments call the sluggish Light And when the Mornings come they woo the Night Jesus Sir cease thy Tears and speak thy free desires Soul Quench quench my flames and swage these scorching Fires Jesus Caâ—st thou believe my Haâ—d can Curâ— thy Grief Soul Lord I believe Lord help my unbelief Jâ—sus Holâ— forth thy Arm and let my Fingers trâ— Thy Pulse where chiefly doth thy torment lye Soul From Head to Foot it reigns in every part But play 's the self-law'd tyrant in my Heart Jesus Canst thou Digest canst Relish wholsome Food How stands thy tast Soul To nothing that is good All sinfull trash and Earths unsav'ry stuff I can dig'st and relish well enough Jesus Is not thy Blood as cool as hot by turns Soul Cold to what 's good to what is bad iâ— burns Jesus How old 's thy Grief Soul I took 't at the fall With eating Fruit. Jesus T' is Epidemical Thy Blood 's infected and the infection sprung From a bad Liver 't is a Feaver strong And full of Death unless with present speed A vein be opened thou must dye or Bleed Soul O I am faint and spent that Lâ—unce that shall Let forth my Blood le ts forth my life withall My Soul wants Cordialls and has greater need Of Blood I being spent so far to bleed I faint allready if I bleed I dye Jesus T is either thou must bleed Sick Soul or I My blood 's a Cordiall He that sucks my Veins Shall cleanse his own and conquer greater pains Then these Chear up this precious blood of mine Shall cure thy Grief my Heart shall bleed thine Believe and view me with a faithfull Eye Thy Soul shall neither Languish Bleed nor Dye Epigram Canst thou be Sick and such a Doctor by Thou canst not live unless thy Doctor dye Strange kind of Grief that finds no Medicine goâ— To swage her pains but the Physicians Blood Psal. 143 2. Enter not into Judgment with thy Serâ—ant for in thy sight shall no man living â—e justified Iesus Iustice. Sinner â—esus Bring forth the Prisoner Iustice. Iust. Thy commands Are done just Judge See here the Prison'r stands 〈◊〉 What has the Prisoner done Say what is the cause Of this Commandment Iust. He hath broken the Laws Of his too Gracious God conspir'd the death Of that great Majesty that gave him breath And heaps transgression Lord on trangression 〈◊〉 How kâ—ow'st thou this Iust. Ev'n by his own confession His sins are crying and they cried aloud They cried to Heav'n they cried to Heaven for Blood 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 What say'st thou Sinner Hast thou ought to plead â—hat Sentence shall not pâ—ss Hold up thy head â—nd shew thy Brazen and rebellious face 〈◊〉 Ah me I dare not I 'm to vile and base â—o tread on the Earth much more to lift â—â—ine Eyes to Heav'n I need no other shrift â—han mine own Conscience Lord I must confesse â—m no more then dust and no whit less â—hen my inâ—ictment stiles me Ah! If thou â—â—arch too severe with too severe a Brow â—hat Flesh can stand I have transgressed thy Laws 〈◊〉 merits plead thy vengeance not my cause 〈◊〉 Lord shall I strike the blow Jes. Hold Iustice stay Sinner speak on what hast thou more to say Sinner Vile as I am and of my selfabhor'd I am thy handy-work thy Creature Lord Stampt with thy glorious Image and at first Most like to thee though now a poor accurst Convicted Caitiff and degen'rous Creature Here trembling at thy Bar. Just. Thy faul's the greater Lord shall I strike the blow Jes. Hold Justice stay Speak Sinner Hast thou nothing more to say Sinner Nothing but mercy mercy Lord my state Is miserable poor and desperate I quite renounce my self the World flee From Lord to Iesus from thy self to thee Just. Cease thy vain hopes my angry God has vow'd Abused mercy must have blood for blood Shall I yet strike the blow Jes. Stay Justice hold My Bowels yearn my fainting Blood grows cold To view the trembling Wretch Methinks I spy My Fathers Image in the Pris'ners eye Iust. I cannot hold Jes. Then turn thy Thirsty Bladâ— Into my sides let there the wound be made Chear up dear Soul redeem thy life with mine My Soul shall smart my Heart shall bleed for thine Sinner O groundless deeps O love beyond degree Th' offended dyes to set the offender free Epigram Mercy of mercies he that was my drudge Is now my Advocaâ—e is now my Iudge He suffers pleads and sentences alone Three I adore and yet adore but one Deutrenomy 32.29 O that Men were Wise and that they understood this that they would consider their latter end Flesh. Spirit Flesh. What means my Sisters eye so oft to pass Through the long Entry of the optick Glass Tell me what secret virtue doth invite Thy wrinkled eye to such unknown delight Spirit It helps the sight makes things remote appear In perfect view it draws the Objâ—ct near Flesh. What sense-delighting objects doth thou spye What doth the Glass present before thine eye Spirit I see thy Foe my reconciled Friend Grim Death even standing at the Glasses â—â—d His left hand holds a branch of Palm his right Holds forth a two-edg'd Sword Fle. A proper sight And is this all doth thy prospective please Th' abused fancy with no shapes but these Spirit â—â—es I behold the darkned Sun bereav'â— â—f all his light the battlâ—mâ—nts of Heav'n Shelâ—ring in flames thâ— Angel guarded Son Of Glory on his Tribunall-Throne I see a Brimstone Sea of boyling fire And fâ—inds with knotted whips of flaming Wire Torâ—er'ng poor Souls that kâ—ash their Teeth in vain Aâ—d knâ—w their flame tormentâ—d tongues for pain Look Sister how the queasy-stomack'd Graves Vâ—mit their dead and how the Purple waves Scald their Consumeless Bodies strongly Cursing All Wombs for Bearing and all Paps for Nursing Flesh. Can thy distempâ—r'd fancy take delight In view of Tortures these are shows t' affright Look in this Glass triangular look here Hear
Now Monster now know there 's a God in Israel and as I promised thus I take thy head 'T is done done with the Sword thou threatenedst mine And thus I bear it to the King taking thy Armour as my lawful prize Conclusion Goliah slain the faint Philistines fly Whilst after them pursuing Israel cry And fearfull slaughter rages every where The Sword no Mercy has nor knows to spare Till all or most are slain Then David's sought And to the King in glorious Triumph brought Declaring who it is whilst Honour high Crowns him at last with Rayes of Majesty On David and Goliah SAtan's the great Goliah that so boasts And threats our Israel and defies her Hosts Those smoother stones couragious David took From the soft bosom of the silver brook Are Scriptum ests the Sling that gives them flight Is Faith that makes them fly and fly aright Lord lend me Davids sling and then I know I shall have Davids strength and courage too Give me but skill to pick such stones as these And I will meet Goliah when he please A Dialogue between David and Michal The Argument David advanc'd Saul envies his loud fame And fears his Glories will Eclipse his name Wherefore fair Michal's given a snare to be To him She loves but does not in 't agree For when death hover'd round his threaten'd head She cheats them with an Image in his stead Michal MY Lord I wonder you 'l expose your self at this rate to my Fathers rage Know you not that he seeks your life David Yet God the God of Abraham is able 〈◊〉 defend me from his rage seeing I have done nothinâ— that deserves his hate but in the uprightness of my heart go in and out before him M. Know you not that I was given to you as a snare to sound the secrets of your heart and to pry into your Councils D. I know it my dear Love my happiness and all I prize on this side Heaven but dare not think that such virtue tenderness and innate goodness can be wrought upon to prove a Traytoress to him that can admire nothing but the eternal maker of the glorious Vniverse above her M. I question not your love but sure it is my Father urges me continually to lay open your secrets that he may find occasion against your life but hitherto his threats and promises have proved ineffectual D. And ever will I hope my Ioy. Nay nay I dare not doubt it it were sin once to mistrust your Virtue It shall never sink into my thouâ—hts that Michal will betray her David M. And dare you trust to that consider well what glittering Gems a Prince in Marriage and a Kingdom at command may tempt me â—o consider I 'm a Woman and that all the Sex is â—rail D. All this and all the Splendid Pomp the haughtiest Monarch can bestow I have considered yet cannot once Imagine they can move my Love to entertain so base a thought M. Yet once more what if my Father should threaten me with Death and torture if I disobeyed his lawful will and if he finds me trifle with him rashly put in execution what he threats D. Nor can this make me once imagine my dear happiness that you would give me to his Fury though in this case I 'de willingly meet his fierce wrath when high to save my Love from such a danger There is no Torment so outragious that I would not with a smile embrace look pleasantly on Death and tamely bow my head at your rough Fathers Feet whilst his blood-thirsty Sword cut off my dayes Thank the hand that took my Life for yours and bless the King for such a Favour with my dying breath Mi. Let me embrace my Lord and let him be assured that neither hopes of Glory Threats nor promises shall move me to betray him Rather than I 'll prove false to him I love as Life I 'll undergo whatever witty Horror can invent be for ever banished from my Native Land to live in lonely Desarts and dye comfortless in some dark pathless Wilderness no all I urged waâ— but to try how much you valued me Da. O! you ravish me with too much joy I was before confined and now 't is doubly done no more but to our Chambers where the first fruits of our Love were reaped and there I will tell my Love how much I am transported Mi. I am obedienâ— and with eager Eyeâ— feedding on your manly beauties thus cast the Daughter of a King into your Arms to lead her where you please Conclusion The happy Loâ—ers scarce their Loves repeat When Saul's stern Guards a fierce Alâ—rum beat For David's head they come but Michals Wit Sends thence her Lord and with this Counterfeit Deludes the Captains whereat Saul's enrag'd But by his Daughters feigned Tale's asswag'd A Dialogue between Jonathan and David The Argument The Son of Saul to David does express A Friendship great nor does he prove it less Ion. WWhat fears my Brother David wherefore shuns he me Da. You know my Lord that Men in danger ever dread especially when they suspect the danger near Ion. Why what of danger whence do these affrighting thoughts proceed why is the mighty Warriour thus disturbed Da. Know you not that your Father seeks my Life and are not you â—is darling Son Io. And does my presence create a fear in David Da. Let my Lord pardon when thus low I beg it If I have some doubts that your Commission is to bring me to your Fathers presence Io. Far be that thought from Iesse's valiant Son whom I must chide for wronging me in such A nature O? canst thou once Imagine that an Action so ignoble can e're lurk within my breast Can you suspect the Man whâ—se Soul moves in sweet harmony with yours can be so basely tretcherous as to betray his Friend Da. Forgive me my rash fear my Lord and I 'le not dare to fear again I must confess your love to me has been so great that I condemn my selfe for once so much as harbouring a suspicion that you e're intended to harm me Io. Let this dear kind Embrace sign your free granted Pardon and in Oblivions darkest Land let your hard censures ever rest Da. O boundless Love how can I how shall I deserve it What recompence is David capable to make that in the smallest measure can requite the Heir Apparent to his Fathers Scepter thus low Io. No more this cringing distance but to my Arms I know thy Innocency and will become a shield to save you from my Fathers wrath through me he makes his way to Davids Breast if Fate decree his ruine D. O my dear Lord You make me blush and at the same time to weep for joy to hear what you express such faith such constancy such boundless Love was never known from man to man before Io. Although I know you must succed my Father in his Throne yet will not I for Empire-sake that by succession should descend
that he must Relieve his wants or prove himself unjust Revolving thus he sent a message great To his low House who thinking now his Fate A pace drâ—w on and that his doom was past Came trembling and thus to the King at last Through abrupt stammerings soft speech broke its way O pardon mighty King your slave does pray Nay prostrate on his knees implores that he A guiltlâ—ss Man for others guilt may dy The Smiling Monarch soon perceives his fears And with kind words does quickly hush his cares Commanding Royal Robes o're him be cast And he thenceforth be at his Table plac't Which banish'd Fear and made him joy as fast A Dialogue between David and Bersheba The Argument Bersheba's tempting Beauties snares the King Who strait commands his Servants and they bring Uria's charming Wife whom David wins To sport and add fresh number to his Sins 〈◊〉 WHat would my Lord with me the lowliest of his Handmaids why â—is Honour heaped on me thus unexpectedly to â—ntroduced into the closet of a King 〈◊〉 There is a mighty Cause See at your feet a â—arch bends and wounds the Air with sighs 〈◊〉 O! Rise my Lord for Heavens sake what 〈◊〉 you by this complement 〈◊〉 Thus low to beg a Favour of the fair inchanting 〈◊〉 B. Of me Beg ought of me what can the valiant the Victorious King of Israel request thâ—t is in my power to give when tribuâ—ary Nations heap on him the Riches of the Eastern World and Sceptred Princes pay him Homage D. O! Read my blushes and you 'll know what it is that I petition for or if you understand the Language of my Eyes they 'll tell you plain 't is in your power to ease my labouring restless thoughts B. Alass my Lord I understand you not or if I do I dare not D. How dare not Can so much Beauty so much brightness in whose lovely Face the Graces chose tâ— dwell be cruel when a Scepter is at her feet B. Cruel great Monarch no my nature is too soft to harbour cruelty consider I am a woman D. Yes and the wonder of your Sex the glorious Masterpiece and cheifest boast of Nature who started when she formed you to behold a work so fair and cried a lucky hit B O me You 'll make me bluâ—h to death if thus you flatter your unworthy Hand-Maid D. Such Beauty as adores the lovely Bersheba is not capable of flattery but casts it off as Christal dxâ—â— her stains the utmost praises of the smoothest Tongâ—â— cannot enough describe your rare Perfections O! how 〈◊〉 fair Cheeks the Roses and the Lillys strive for mastery How your bright Eyes more bright than rising Stars â— dart Beams of comfort what Nectre dwells upon thâ—â— ruby Lips inclosing Orient Pearls and what a fragraâ—â— send they forth what curling Amber dangles on your â—ory Shoulders and how those gentle Hills of warâ— Snow expose the happy Vails between Oh! I am â—â—â—vished with a Sight so much transporting Oh! languish and shall soon expire unless you yeild 〈◊〉 Love B. How love my Lord is that the thing 〈◊〉 press your hand-maid for D. Yes Love and an enjoyment of those Beauties I admire grant these and be sole Mistress of a Monarchs Heart B. Alass my Lord know you not I am Vria's Wife D. I do but you was born to be a Queen and this happy Womb designed to be the first aboâ—e of Pâ—inces those Breasts to nourish him who after me must weild the Scepter of Jerusalem B. O speak no more my Lord it never can be D. Yes you shall be adorned with Robes of Majesty and with an awful nod command the Knees of cringing Courtiers B. But would you have me for the trifâ—ng honours that attend on state break my marriage vows sully my Virtue and leave a lasting stain upon my Fathers House D. Uria is my Servant fighting now against the Amorites All shall be done in secret what we do shall not reach his Ears B. Yet if I should dishonour him by giving my self into the arms though of a Monarch how if he should come to know it should I look him in the face or stand the fury of an inraged Husband D. Let not such thoughts disturb my Love my Power and Credit shall protect your Fame what tongue and dâ—â—es move against the darling Favourite of a King Come come thou all composed of transport and delight trifle not with a Monarchs Passion till it quite burn out and in expiring leave him miserable B. 'T is true my Lord. I am your subject and â—ought not to dispute your will but yet methinks â—n this case D. Come come thou beauteous Object of my tâ—oughts 〈◊〉 these vain fears aside and let us retire strait to 〈◊〉 Alcove strewed all with Roses and with fragrant â—essimine shining with Saphiers dazling Diamonds â—nd Rubies overlaid with Gold Imbroidery studded every where with Orient Pearl and wrought by the most curious needle work of Egypt and Palastine a soft recumbancy that can only be sutable to the dazling beauties of my Bersheba B. My Lord I am amazed at what you tell and am unworthy to approach a place so glorious or if I should presume it might set me a longing the oâ—tner to se it than perhaps might be convenient D. O no my Love it can be only graced by your fair Eyes then let us hence and in the midst of transports I 'll relate what you must needs delight to hear B. To your conduct my Lord I recommend my self you are my Sovereign 〈◊〉 I 'll not prove disobedient to what you command D. In this your kind and thus to joys we hast A Queen thou shalt be when some dayes are past Conclusion Bersheba yields and by the King conceives Vria sent for David's Army leaves But will not bâ—d his Wife the crime to hide For which he by the sword of Ammon dy'd When David takes his Love but scarce injoy'd Is she again e're the Infant is destroy'd And Aâ—â—alom agaiâ—st him does rebell In which the Rebel and his Army fell A Dialogue between Amnon and Tamar The Argument Amnon does feign him sick and begs o' th' King That Tamar may Pâ—ovision to him bring Bâ—t 't is a Plâ—t incestuâ—usly to gain His lustful will and his chast Sister stain Am. WHy is it my lovely Sister that 〈◊〉 slight me thus what have I done thâ— you should prove regardless at this rare wherefore neglect you him that loves you as his Life Ta. My Brother it was far from Tamar 's knowledge that you were indisposed the fiâ—st news I received was from the King our Father Am. That 's strange I thought the Son of David could not have been in such disorder but the Court e re now had rung on it Tam. I fear'd indeed you was not well by reason of your absence but â—ad the relation from nonâ— but 〈◊〉 I named But what is the reason all your Sâ—râ—ants aâ—e retired Amn. It was my command because
it is good to enjoy the company of the Godly while they are living so it is not amiss if it will stand with convenience to be buried with them after death The old Prophets bones escaped a burâ—ing by being buried with the other Prophets and the Man who was tumbled into the grave of Elisha was revived by the virtue of his Bones And we read in the Acts and Monuments That the body of Peter Martyr's wife was buried in a dunghil but afterwards being taken up in the Reign of Q. Elizabeth it was honourably buried in Oxford in the Grave of one Frideswick a Popish-the-Saint to this end that if Popery which God forbid should over-spread our Kingdom again and if the Papists should go about to untomb Peter Martyrs Wifes Bones they should be puzzled to distinguish betwixt the Womans body and the Reliques of that their Saint so good it is sometimes to be buried with those who some do account pious though perchance in very deed they be not so The Lord do so to me and more also To ascertain Naomi of the seriousness of her intentions herein Ruth backs what formerly she had said with an Oath lined with an execration If ought but Death See here the large extent of a Saints love it lasts till Death and no wonder for it is not founded upon Honour Beauty Wealth or any other sinister respect in the party beloved which is subject to Age or Mutability but only on the Grace and Piety in him which Foundation because it alwayes lasteth the love which is built upon it is also perpetual Part thee and me Death is that which parteth one Friend from another Then the dear Father must part with his dutiful Child then the dutiful Child must forget his dear Father then the kind Husband must leave his constant Wife then the constant Wife must losâ— her kind Husband then the careful Master must be sundred from his industrious Servant then the industrious Servant must be sundred from his careful Master Yet this may be some comfort to those whose Friends death hath taken away that as our Saviour said to his Disciples Yet a little while and â—ou shall not see me and yet a little while and you shall see me again So yet a little while and we shall noâ— see our Friends and yet a little while and we shall see them again in the Kingdom of Heaven for nâ—â— miâ—â—umur sed prâ—mittumur we do not foregoe them but they go before us A Dialogue between Naomi and Ruth Argument Kind Ruth her Husband dead to Naomi Dâ—'s cleave resolving so to live and dy In all adversity she makes a Vow To follow her and her kind Aid allow To prop her Aged years when kindly she Accepts of her dear Daughters company Naomi SEe'st thou not that Orpah thy Sister has left me and is again returned to her People why should'st thou then remain since Heaven's Eternal King has taken to himself Chilion the dear Pledge of your tender Love there live happy since all hopes are vanished that from my aged Womb more Sons should spring Ruth Have I not lived with you these many years even when wall-breaking Famine bared the sun-burnt Fields and Men as well as Beasts by thousands fell to fat the Bosom of our Common Mother Naomi 'T is true you have but then Heavens plenteous hand showred blessings on me then my Husband and my careful Sons drew breath But now Ruth Now why Can you once imagine that want can cause my love to wast no for your own and my dead Chilions sake I 'll love you still and render you â—he Duty that becomes a Daughter in Law Naomi Thy tender years can never undergo the â—ardship that poor wandring Naâ—mi may meet with 〈◊〉 she can be setled in the place where first she â—rew her Breath therefore consider and whilst â—ou are in Moabs borders think of the plenty that â—bounds in your own indulgent Mothers Womb. Ruth I have already cast the business in my Mind and am resolved that Winters chilling Storms nor Summers scorching beat attended with the sharp Contests of poverty and pining want shall never part us Death it self in all his dismal shapes is not of force to shake my fixed determination Naomi You yet are young and have not strugled with Misfortunes nor contended with the world and therefore know not of what force they are consider how belated Naomi in her long Journey must be often forced to make the Ground her Bed and underneath some spreading Tree lie stretched Exposed to all the injuries of weather whilst soft sleep flys from her careful Breast and she with sighs and groans is forced to wound the murmuring Air. Ruth If upon some bleak Mountains top whose covering is Snow and Globes of Solid Ice where Winters lasting Tyranny still Reigns you should be forced 〈◊〉 make your Bed I 'de there repose This Arm should be your Pillow whilst your Daughter your obedieâ—â— Ruth froze to your side Naomi Could you do this Yet think again and well consider that old Age comes fast on me and I shall soon be summoned to the Grave where you being left a stranger in the Land of Israel and far from your Relations meet with much contempt and scorn from the proud Daughters of the Land Then will be the time of your repentance theâ— you 'll blame that ill starr'd day you left your Country and your Friends for the sad company of wretched Naomi Ruth Let that not trouble my dear Adopted Mother for when unfâ—iendly Death with his cold Icy hand shall grasp your Life I 'll mourn much like a Widdow Turtle till in floods of swelling Grief I 'm wasted to Eternity and then our bodies shall not be disjoyned but in 〈◊〉 Grave we 'll lie till our returning Souls shall wake 〈◊〉 drowsie courses and hand in hand we take our way to Heaven Naomi Can there be such constant Faith in Woman O thou glory of our Sex let me embrace thee Thus whilst my poor heart o'reflows with Joy O thou dear recompence of all my toils who makest amends forHusband and for Sons loss may Heavens Favours shour upon your Head and you be blessed in all you undertake Ruth Your kind Expressions are too large a retribution for what I have resolved but see the Morning Dawn salutes the World let 's lose no time but strait begin our Iourney to the wish'd Bethlehem of Juda. Naomi Be it as you have said my only Comfort and blest Solace of my age Conclusion Thus setting forth they unto Bethlehem came Where Naomi desired to change her Name As griev'd at her great loss but in the end Rich Boaz weds Ruth and soon becomes her Friend Ruth Soon grows fruitful and from her does spring The Lineal Rank good David Israels King Dagons Fall before the Ark. The Sins of Israel growing great Gods rage Was bent against his Chosen Heritage Old Ely's Sons polluting holy things And with vile Haâ—ds disdain the
Offerings The Lord of Hosts convenes the Heathen Powers To batter down aspiring Iacobs Towers Before their Swords the routed Hebrews fly And fill the Hills and Valleys with their cry The wicked Seed of the High Priest are sâ—ain And the tremendous Ark it self is ta'ne In which the Mighty God was pleas'd to dwell Before whose wrath so many Nations fell And now the bold insulting Foe as proud Of such a Trophie bare it shouting loud To the base Temple of their false feign'd God Compos'd of Gems of Gold and precious wood A stock inspir'd by an Infernal Fiend On whom they durst in Peace and War depend Ascribing to his power the great success Of their weak Arms and joyful words express When lo the fearful Fiend with hideous cries From his adored Idol swiftly flies Not daring view that Face which brightness shrouds The God whose Thunder rends the Marble clouds Who grasps the Poles and turns the Spears about Whose Eyes survey the Universe throughout Whose Anger kindled is so deadly great That Hell it self from it would fain retreat Had not strict Fate fast fix'd it in it's place With whom alone the Righteous can find Grace And now forsaken Dagon wreft of voice No answer gives from it proceeds no noise In vain his Priests enquire of Future things In vain the Prince his cur'st Oblation brings Deluding Satan bears perforce the shame And though aloud they call on Dagons Name Yet dares not the fate babling Daemon come Least he before his time receive his doom And with link'd Thunderbolts be driven back Or sunk fast chain'd into the flaming Lake But whil'st they rend their Threats their wooden God Begins to totter and most strangely nod Whereat affrighted the rude Rout recoil When down at last upon his Face he fell Yet up the foolish People rear again Their shame and folly yet 't is but in vain For e're the Sun review'd their wicked Coast The helpless Stock his Head and Hands had lost Whilst fearful Plagues his Worshipers dismay Who gladly send the holy Ark away Not daring keep what eagerly they sought Lest all their Land be to destruction brought On Dagon and the Ark. What news with Dagon Is thy shrine so hot Thou canst not keep it or has Dagon got The falling sickness that his godship's found In such a posture prostrate on the ground Poor helpless god but stay Is Dagon grown So weak i' th hams nor stand nor rise alone A god and cannot rise 'T is very odd He must have help or lie A proper god Well Dagon must require help of hands Up Dagon goes the second time and stands As confident as though his place had bin His own in Fee down Dagon falls again But Dagon's shrewdly martyr'd with the jump Lost Hands and Head and nothing left but stump Sure all 's not well with Dagon now of late He 's either sick or much forgot the State Belonging to so great a God hath none Offer'd some stinking Sacrifice or blown Some nauseous fume into his sacred Nose And made his Godship dizzy or who knows Perchance h 'as taken pet and will resign His sullen place and quit his empty shrine No wonder a false God should stoop and lye Upon the flour when as a true God's by It was unlikely Dagon should forbear Respite of Homage when the Ark was there If I would worship a false God at all It should be one that would not scorn to fall Before his Betters whose indifferent Arm If it could do no good could do no harm I 'de rather choose to bend my idle knee Of all false Gods to such a god as he Whose spirit 's not too quick The Fabulous Frog Found greater danger in the Stork than Log And to conclude I 'de choose him Dagon like Not having Head to plot nor Hands to strike Saul chosen King THe murmuring people who Gods Wonders saw And Glorious presence when he gave the Law In Peals of Thunder on the dreadful Mount Themselves unhappy in his Rule account And like their Neighbour Nations ask a King That may their Armies out to battel bring To which the Mighty God though griev'd consents Yet lets them know the sad and dire events Of their sad wish tells what their King shall do And that too late repentance wou'd insue Which to head-strong Israel prov'd too true But long they 're not debar'd of their desire â—ood Samuel marks them out what they require Confirming after many signs the Son Of Aged Kish a Benjamite well known By his huge Stature who for many years The Helm of Iacobs mighty Empire steers But not regarding who the Scepter Gave The Scepter giver does the Monarch leave Who long disparing did in Iacob dwell Till by his Sword on Gilboa he fell And scatter'd Israel felt the rage of those Who ever vow'd themselves their mortal Foes On Saul and David SUre Saul as little look'd to be a King As I and David dream'd of such a thing Aâ— much as he when both alike did keep The one his Father's Asses t'other Sheep Saul must forsake his Whip and David flings His Crook aside and they must both be Kings Saul had no sword and David then no spear There was none Conquer'd nor no Conqueror there There was no sweat there was no blood to shed The unsought Crown besought the Wearers head There was no stratagem no Opposition No taking parts no jealous Competition There needs no Art there needs no Sword tâ— bring And place the Crown where God appoints the King A Dialogue between Agag and Samuel The Argument Saul having spar'd the proud Amalekite Samuel is griev'd and when the Pagan quite Had banisht fear of Death to Death â—e's givâ—â— In order to appease offended Heaven Agag WWhat means the Prophet with 〈◊〉 stern Aspect to gaze upon a Monarchâ— misery suffices it not that my slaughterâ—d People â—at the Plains with streams of blood and that my burning Citys cloud the Lamp of Heaven with ascending smoak Samuel No haughty man 't is not enough the 〈◊〉 of Jacob is displeased with such small Vengeance Agag Then try to turn away his wrath with Sâ—â—crifice let ten thousand Altars blaze with fat 〈◊〉 Bulls and Rams the spoil that once belonged to Amaleks now fallen Sons Saul In vain thou urgest such abâ—mination such Sacrifices would be odious in the Nostrils of that God Who dwells between the Cherubims whose fâ—ercâ— wrath can be appeased with no less Sacrifice than thy curst Life Agag Ha my life why sure the fear of death is past now know you not that your King has promised Life Sa. I know him who in sparing you and your unlawful Spoils has made himself a Rebel to the King of Kings Agag Yet he 's your Lord and ought to be obeyed to him I appeal to him who has already sign'd my pardon Samuel In vain are all Appeals to Mortal Man when God the mighty God in whose strong Hands is all the Breath of Life has doom'd you dead