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A38827 A winding-sheet for the schism of England contriv'd for to inform the ignorant, resolve the wavering, and confirm the well principled Roman Catholick. By J. E. missioner. Everard, John, missioner. 1687 (1687) Wing E3534A; ESTC R218229 44,881 140

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damn'd Sect I must save my soul Thus retreat now convert thy self and next Give joy to Angels Church and Friends perplex't Turn Sir live by true Faith e're you die Making provision for eternity Is your precious soul's glorious future state Not worth caring for Wilt thou inhumane be Unto thy self O wretched cruelty If you will curs'd Heresie close pursue Turning your self from Christ I bid you adieu By cautions warnings and sad remors You 'll feel the hazard of that thy woful course How in the paths of sad Schism you do stray And to Satanick wiles become a prey In Christ's most divine face with scorn you spit Finding but pains of that your darkn'd wit. What 's that most perverse Sect to which you 'r gon But from Christs Church a revolted Squadron Turn then to your Mother who as a guide Sure means to Heaven will for you provide What Angel from God came to you to tell That errours are in Christ pure Faith and Gospel Sanctity of life none could e're have seen In any who a Protestant have been You 'll say your Sect hath Scripture on her side Such vain conceit none can but fools abide Know you not That Hereticks and Devils Us'd Scripture to cloke their damn'd black evils To fly from Christ and his pure Faith what worse To strengthen Schism deserves a double curse Remember Sir that your poor soul has cost A price too great by Heresie to be lost Then Sir with-draw your self from Apostar's place And with speed listen to the call of Grace Lo true faiths day-spring shining from on high Will relieve you that in deaths shade do lie And will direct thy wandring thoughts aright Out of dark Schism to saith's pure light Look Sir to 't awake shake off those cruel bands Of dismal Heresie and proud commands Of the Devils powers return and cry Then like the Dove to Christs blessed arms fly Where Mercy 's ready still to comfort all That yields obedience to God's gracious Call Pray Sir don't resist but without delay Close in with glorious Jesus's voice this day Know Sir that it's truth which alway bare date That true repentance never comes too late Be wise beware for he that will not take Example now sure must example make Relent reclaim don't in Schism pleasure take Least you fall in flames of that fiery lake The scorching pile whereof is kindled by The breath of an incens'd great Majesty O woful state Those torments who can tell Which with consuming fire for ever dwell Still fill'd with lamentations mournings woes With floods of wrath that from dire vengeance flows Lord who 'l be so mad as for empty toys Lose for ever pure substantial joys Sure it 's but stark madness now to reject Those counsels which to faith doth thee direct How oft you have extinguish'd that clear light Offer'd by friends to guide thy soul aright Sure there 's a war that gives your mind no rest Your judgment tells thee old faith's waies are best Gold jewels honour high promotion wealth Revenues soveraignity pleasures and health What are all these vain transient things without true faith souls to damnation brings Your Conscience checks you that you don't obey Shewing you the danger of your blind delay What you should do you know not this you find That strong convictions still assaults thy mind Till conscience with Gods help will interpose And by strong grace your dark Schism overthrows O good Sir don't for dark Schism lose that place Where Saints and Angels still beholds the face Of God's eternal glory and do sing Joyful Hailelujah's to their King of Kings Come Sir and tread those paths that will thee bring Unto a glorious everlasting spring And on a most rich Throne thou shalt sit down And there for ever wear a triumphant Crown Thy Soul 's immortal Sir look what can agree To it's nature sure that must satiate thee Nothing but the blest fountain God that will Suit with thy soul and thy poor spirit fill All worldly pleasures thou injoyest to day To morrow will take wings and fly away Though true faiths happy ways may seem to be A thorny rough unpleasant path to thee Yet try it Sir for what at first seems hard Will prove to thee sure welcome afterward For when thy heart is enlarg'd with love Unto those glorious things that are above Then wilt thou run these ways with great delight And wild Schism ways with all thy soul will slight Turn then and believe thy conquest shall be sure If thou in Christ's faith till the end endure Ask those who follow th' old faith they 'll say They feed on hidden Manna in their way By acts of faith and love they now possess They feel strong sweetness which they can't express Oft men of Note thro' pride are prompt to stray Thinking themselves too great for virtues way No truth no faith in that Sect you profess Which can your drooping soul with grace refresh No fast nor maceration of the flesh Of pomp lust and vain pleasure full excess No Priest no Mass no moving sacred thing That sighs from hearts or tears from eies may wring Oh Sir return to Christ in whom from pain Unalter d joys unmix'd delights you 'l gain To him the only object of thy love Let thy poor panting heart and will now move For to true faith 's old ways thou ought`st to groan And so work for eternal bliss alone May Christ dissolve your Schism and pull down All those that do oppose Christs tripple Crown In holy wars the Pope still triumphs alone And when Schism's disarm'd he then extends his Throne Christ's Gospel steers to union and true love And by conviction on hearts doth move I. E. FINIS
put on black and warning take FINIS TO THE Most Puissant and most Renown'd JAMES the SECOND KING Of England Scotland France and Ireland Defender of the Faith Long and Prosperous Reign is Wished and Prayed for OUR bright Orient Star King IAMES long may shine With True Faith's Rays most Powerful and Divine Whom the Lustre of Glorious Greatness Crown'd May God his Foes Convert or them Confound Whom all Admire whom all almost Adore Who to his Subjects doth now all good restore Who for Valour Wisdom Piety and Stature Is a wond'rous Master-piece of Nature His Deliverances from Plots a Miracle His rare Judgements Royal word an Oracle He out-brav'd all Perils his Prowess met A calm Spirit amidst main Storms he kept In Heaven's Annals his Royal Acts are Enroll'd His Heroick Feats are still in Flanders told In Spain and France his pure conduct is Renown'd And now through the World doth his Vertue sound Ne'r since the Grecians call'd this World their own Or Romans theirs was greater Valour known Than his if yet new Worlds to Conquer Were Sure Brave IAMES were the fitter Conquerer His Valour and Conduct surpassing far Great Champions that were Thunderbolts of VVar Bravest example of most Heroick worth That ever yet this later Age brought forth VVhat Tongue or Pen is able to express His matchless Gifts Graces and high minds Hapiness Therefore Can Royal IAMES fear the VVhigs those Scare-Crows then Those Bugbear VVretches the meer shades of Men NO NO for He wants no Arms to fit him for the Field His Prayers are his Sword True old Faith his Shield He in sweet Jesus by true Faith confides Mark Christ all safety still for him provides VVhigs when they list may for VVar and Storms call They with loud Thunder shall in fury fall In vain they Plot Contrive Conspire Combine They 'll fail by God of their most damn'd design For if by Sedition they his Power contemn For him Christ will dire Vengeance fling on them For God's Transcendent Providence still bear sway Which Plots against Kings doth with sorrow pay Lo VVhen the Rare Arabian Bird doth burn Her Beauties are not lost but doth return For when her Body 's laid on sweet Flames to Death Out of her Cindars a new Bird takes Breath From blest Queen Mary's Ashes and Royal Blood Y'our Sovereign Leige a Lovely Flower did bud For your Deiform Zeal for True Old Faith doth show That her Blood in your Sacred Veins do flow Lo God printed in your Pure Serene Face Mild Majesty Royal Terrour dreadful Grace Live long unpeer'd great Prince I Prayers amain Will daily offer for your most Happy Reign And humbly beg of God's Eternal bounty That Peace Union One Religion Plenty Of all Blessings from his most Potent Hand Be pour'd down upon this thy British Land And on Christ's in thy Kingdoms Faithful Flock Built on St. Peters Rome and St. Peters Rock Reign long great Phaenix now 'mongst Earthly Kings Still prosper Great IAMES for VVits pure managings Now you appear with mild and sweet fervour 'Gainst forlorn Sects Lies Schism and all Errour Y'own St. Ambrose Hierom and St. Austin Before Mad Luther Beza and blind Calvin Your Majesty hates the new Sin-sick Tricks Of deluded deluding Schismaticks Who to new fangled Faiths are so affected That by them Christs Faith is quite rejected Whose curs'd Spawn adventur'd t' expose to Sale The best of Kings their Faith their Souls and all Who to Rent his Church daily do devise And God's pure Spouse still Harlot like despise Lying Pamphlets Pulpits their black Art do try To stop True Faith's most Triumphant Victory In vain they Plot Contrive Conspire Combine They 'll fail by Gods power of their damn'd Design Therefore Let blind VVhigs stoop to serve at Royal IAMES's Feet Where Valour VVisdom Mercy and Justice meet Sure non can frown at King IAMES his gentleness But those that have an apparent Guiltiness Or such as at length to foul Death must run As Monmouth aiming at the Crown have done God bless our KING defend him from his Foes Ill Fate befall those that will him oppose VVe bless his Birth-Day and the Ground he tread FOR His Zeal for True Faith through all VVorld is spread Christ bless King IAMES Queen MARY and then Let all True Real Loyal Subjects say Amen On their Seat their Seed may ever Flourish VVhich may in One Truth Three Kingdoms Nourish God grant that never any other Hand Then Royal Stuarts sway the Scepter of this Land. May it please Your Most Sacred Majesty this is the daily Humble Prayer of J. E. one of Your Majesties most devoted Subjects Who For shew of his True Real Loyal Affection Plain Lines and Life offers to Your High Protection Perge age prosper abi Rex Vince JACOBE Secunde Hostes Armipotens Religione Fide. A Divine Poem Disswasive from Shism IN this vast World none full content can find For tho one may be rich indeed yet his mind Is empty still for still he covets more And is amidst his main heaps of riches poor Lo the Spherick figure cannot suffice Equally to fill what is triangle wise Lay one upon another and you 'll see Always some corner will unfurnish'd be When the Almighty made man's Soul the same Triangular by high Providence did frame To represent his matchless self and be The image of one God in persons three Ordaining man to love fear obey and serve God alone who always doth reward reserve For here beneath sure nothing can be found In this low Orb that 's Spherical and round Can satisfie Man's Soul nor can man rest In Creatures who is ord'red to be blest By Gods sweet fruition who to him gave The sublime being and essence which he have Good Sir Slight not eternal goods and with much pain For blind Schism ev'rlasting torments gain Renounce thy right t'Heaven and purchas Hell Chosing in dungeon fire and chains to dwell Don't forsake Christ ways safe true and immense Pursuing lying false doctrine to please thy Sence Which will debase thy nature and the fruit Will be to leave thee level with the bruit What will enoble you and truly raise Are Visions of those beams which God displays From his reconciled sweet face shall make Your Soul of his bles'd nature to partake Nought Sir can here be offer'd to thy eye That can the glory of Heaven outvie Nought here beneath of comfort doth so thrive As when God pure hearts doth with grace revive Gods light must guide thee how grace must be us'd Mercies proves judgment when they are abus'd Schism breeds blindness and beats reason back Forgets shames blush and doth honour wrack By faith we know immortal Souls to be And that for Souls there 's an Eternity Become what will of all the rest you have Pray Sir mind still thou hast a Soul to save A Soul your only Soul which when you die Is either sav'd or damn'd eternally This only thought will dark Schism controul Saying avant