of the Iews in bonds J. Well waving further Ceremony I 'le stifle my upbraiding Conscience sere it with all dark resolves and desperately comply with your demands H. P. Bravely spoke our Guardâ— shall instantly attend you but what is the sign by which you will distinguish him J. With a Face as bold as Death frought with mischief I will bare up to him and with a treacherous kiss salute him and then let those that have the charge be sure to catch him H. P. No fairer token can you give but it is no time now to delaythe thing come come let us â—bout it and secure him e're the Sun salutes the East least the mad People fond of innovation should murmur nay should mutiny upon such a seizure which they will term an outrage for we are not ignorant what fame his Miracles have won and â—ow he is beloved see see the Guards are ready â—hen along with them whilst I retire to the consulâ—ing Sanadrim and there contrive what shall be â—urther done J. I go though to perfâ—â—m the blackest deed that Hell ever put into the Heart of Man yet I have promised and I will perform though Faâ—â— and Destiny does push me â—â—â—dlong into monstrous ruine Conclusion The Plot thus laid the Lord of Life 's betray'd And bound before the Sanadrim is lead Scorn'd and revil'd scourg'd and at last condemn'd Crown'd with sharp thorns and impiously blasphem'd Stretch'd on a Cross the Lord of glory dyes Who reigns in Hâ—aven above the starry Skies Peters Lamentation WRetch that I am what have I done how great Is this black Crime O where shall I retreat To hide my Guilt what blushes burn my Face What Stings my Conscience feel what hiding place Can shelter him from woes he cannot fly No place can shroud me from his piercing eye Who views at once Hells depth and Heavens vast height To whom all gloomy darkness is as light Fool that I was to be so confident So resolutely so presumptuous bent Upon my strength when I 'm at best but dust Frail man too weak my own resolves to trust But it is past sad thought yet now in vain I would recall what I have done again All I can do is now to mourn the sin That I presumptuous I have plunged in O let my eyes then be a Stream a Flood Nay let me weep for tears a stream of blood Sighs and sad Groaâ—s shall all my musick be Sobs and laments shall dwell shall dwell with me Lord look on me meâ— wretcâ—â—d man Who wanting thy Compassion am undone O mercy mercy ease my troubled mind Let me ingrateful me some mercy find Me that deny'd him who first gave me breath Me that deny'd him who 's condemn'd to death O pity me my weakness Lord forgive Without thy Pardon Lord I cannot live My Soul 's distracted a fierce war's within Disturbs my rest the bold the shameful sin Preys on my Spirits and will give no rest Then mercy show to him that is opprest O let thy dear compassion take away The Sting of Conscience ease me Lord I pray I cry â—loud cover'd with dust I lye Even at thy Feet O pity or I dy Raise raise a sullen Wreâ—ch that he may be An object of â—hy saving Clemency My Cries are heard a calm o'respreads my Soul No storms of trouble my free thoughts controul O boundless boundless is his goodness still Therefore I 'le strive henceforth to do his will 〈◊〉 Swine possest SEe see how Satans Malice still is bent He who was in a guilful Serpent pent When he in Eden did seduce fair Eve And her to man-kind's misery deceive Rather then now he 'l idle be he 'l joyn Infernal nature with the dirty Swine Not sparing sensless Brutes such is his hate To all that God for his glory did create Yet limited is his fierce wrath we see It cannot without Christs permission be But having leave the spightful Legion strait The grunting Herd with horrid cries amate Who now grown wild their Keepers put to â—light And all the Tribe with antick dancing fright Sometimes they stand an end sometimes they roul Nay bound aloft and lâ—ap without controul E're all that does oppose them in their way No bars nor bounders their fierce course can stay Till like a toâ—rrent down the hills they scour Into the Sâ—as which does them all devour Considerations upon our Saviours compassion to the Thief upon the Cross. HOw good how great how merciful how just Is God to those who in him put their trust How is his Arms of mercy open wide To those that in his saving Power confide See see the Thief who all his life had bin A Drudge to Satan slave to wrâ—tâ—hed sin At that sad time whâ—n Death look'd grimly drâ—aâ— And he of Liâ—e bâ—t a fâ—w mâ—mâ—nts had Repâ—nting is râ—stor'd â—ay more iâ— blest With ioâ—â—s that are with mâ—ns tongue exprâ—sâ— â—â—rely acknowledging 〈…〉 To raiâ—e his Soâ—l above th◠〈◊〉 Skies Acknoâ—â—â—â—â—inâ— his sin and â—reachiâ—g thence Tâ—e â—ord of glâ—â—iâ—s pâ—râ—â—â—â— innocence 〈◊〉 care was not â—or 〈◊〉 hâ—ppiâ—esâ— â—ut suddain 〈…〉 him to exprâ—â—â— â—emember me Loâ—â— when 〈…〉 into â— Kingdom that can only bee thy â—ue â—ut his compâ—â—r dâ—sirous still 〈…〉 â—reaming oâ— Plâ—asurâ—s 〈◊〉 joâ—â—â— wâ—tâ— striâ—e â—orgot his Soul anâ—â—ailâ—d agâ—â—â—â—â— tâ—â— Loâ—â— â—ho for his sake did 〈…〉 â—o that 〈◊〉 â—ellow chose the beâ—ter part â—hose wâ—â—s once â—â—ded swift as 〈…〉 â—hes his dâ—luding Sâ—ul to thâ—â—â— bleâ—t â—oys â—here Care nor 〈◊〉 no more man-kind 〈◊〉 Iudas his Dispair Wretch that I am why do I view the light Why sink I not in everlasting night Why do not hottest lightnings strike me dead Why fall not Bolts of Thunder on my hâ—ad Why yauns not Earth to suck me in and why Find I not means my self wiâ—h speed to dy Why live I in these torments worse than death In this sad torture this sad Hell on Earth O Wretch what sting of Conscience do I feel More sharp thâ—n all the force of fatal steel More deadly than the poison stings of Asps Dread horror my affrighted soul now clasps Accursed Silver that could make me prove A Traytor to my Lord who sacred love Beam'd on me oâ—t but I have cast it back May it my ruine on the givers wrack Whilst this fit Cord stops thus my loathed breath Whilst thus I seek some easement in my death A Dialogue between Pilate and his Wife The Argument The virtuous Wife of Roman Pilate`s griev'd Because she was not as she ought believ'd Telling nâ—w plainly whaâ— is her true sence And let`s him know his desperate offence W. UNhappy are you to be over-rul'd by the maâ— rout why would you yield to their rougâ— clamours to destroy the innocent P. I laboured to deliver that just man but found it wâ— in vain for still no other cry than crucifie him soundâ— through the Iudgment-Hall W. Yet you might have used your high Authoriâ—â—â—o still the rout who being set on by
Gray Hairs with sorrow to the Grave God Well said God I know thou lovest him but must not you love me better Offer up this Son this only Son Isaack whom thou lovest Abraham But Lord though thou art righteous when I plead with thee yet let me talk with thee of thy Iudgmâ—â—ts what wiâ—l the wicked say wâ—en they shall hear â—hat thou delightest in Blood and that thy Servants must offer their Children to the Lord who will serve thee at â—his rate God Well but saith God is not all the Earth mine own and may not I do with mine own what I please I that give may take and therefore mind not you what the World will say but what I say and I say offer thy Son Abraham But Lord hast thou not commanded me to do â—o Murther and must I now embrue my Hands in Blood â—nd in mine own Blood too Oh happâ— me might my Blood â—o for his Oh! Isaack Isaack my Son Isaack my â—on my Son would to Goâ— I might die for thee Oh! â—saack my Son my Son Lord how can this stand with â—he Law that thou hast given me God Abraham saith God such things are not first â—â—st and then willed by me but willed by me and â—â—erefore just Aâ—raham Do not you know that I â—an repeal or make exceptions 'T is I that say it â—hâ—refore do it Who is this that darkâ—neth counsel â—y words without knowledge Gird up now thy â—oins like a Man sâ—ite him kill him Have not I â—ommanded thee be couragious and a Son of vaâ—our Go offer thy Son Abraham But gooâ— Lord thou hast made this exâ—â—ption when thou diâ—st shew Man what was good and â—â—asing in thine Eyes thou woulâ—st not â—haâ— he shoulâ—â—ive his first-born for his Transgression â—or the fruit of â—is Body for the sin of his Soul but to do justly anâ— to â—â—ve Mercy and to walk humblâ— with his God To â—bey thou saâ—st it is better than Sacrifice and to â—earken than the sat of Lambs God Well then saith God hearken anâ— oâ—ey â—â—is is to do Justice this is oh wonder to shew Merâ—â— this is to walk humbly with thy God A braham Seeing I have taken upon me to speak unto 〈◊〉 Lord I will yet say Lord he is the Son of the Proâ—ise in whom thou hast said that all the Nations of the Earth shall be blessed Now Lord if he die anâ— die a Child without Children where is then the blessedâ—ness thou speakest of what will become of the Blessing God Well Abraham saith God perform what â— command and I will perform what I promise what will Abraham who was once not weak in Faith anâ— considered not his own Body nor Sara's when twicâ— dead who staggered not through unbelief at mâ— Promise but was strong in Faith and gave me Gloâ—ry wâ—o was fully perswaded that what I promiseâ— I was able to perform anâ— was not disappointed oâ— his Hope though against Hope Will this Abrahaâ— now call me in question Hast thou known my Nameâ—punc and wilt thou not trust in me Am not I the Lorâ— which change not Have I said it is and shall it noâ— come to pass Is there any thing too hard for God Am not I able even of Stones to raise up Children unto Abraham Cannot I say to dry Bones Live thoâ— hast received him from the Dead in a Figure anâ— were Isaack in the Grave could not I who am the Resurrection from the Dead say Isaack come forth arise and walk that thy Father may receive thâ—â— with double joy saying Isaack my Son who waâ— dead yea who was twice dead is now alive Thereâ—fore Abraham offer thy Son Abraham My dear Lord seeing I who am but Duâ—â— and Ashes have taken upon me to speak unto thee Oâ— let not my Lord be angry if I speak once more If I maâ— not prevail oh that I might prevail to save Isaack â—â—live yet let me intreat thâ—â— that I may not be the Priesâ— let not mine hand be upon him Can I see the death 〈◊〉 the Child Good Lord let somâ— other do it Surely â— cannot lifâ— up my Hand or if I do shall I not wish 〈◊〉 may wither or be turned into a stone Will not thesâ— Eyes run down with Rivers of Tears Ah Lord I caâ— speak no more my hâ—art will break my hand will shâ—kâ— send by whom thou wilt send but let not me Oh let 〈◊〉 mâ— go God Yes Abraham thou take him thou and go thou and offer him thou none but thou Abraham Ah Lord Yet once more but this once more and I have done I am old and full of dayes past Travail spare me a little let me not go so far as the Land of Moria let it if it must be done be done at home God No Abraham Take now thy Son thine onâ—y Son Isaack whom thou lovest get thee into the Land of Moria and offer him there no where but there He is then all alone upon the way with his Son â—nd his two Servants and he advanceth directly to Mount Moria as to the appointed place My dear Reader I leave unto thy imagination what paâ—â—ed for the space of three dayes this journey â—â—sted repreâ—ent unto thy self I beseech thee â—hat thou art with him whom thou dost love above â—ll men thou seest him thou speakest to him thou â—rinkest to him and sleepest with him how will it â—e if at thy departure thou must see him die And â—f thou thy self must present him the Poyson which 〈◊〉 to stifle him Husbands and Wives Fathers and Mâ—thers Brothers Kindred A â—ociats Friends what Torments What despairs What punishâ—ents When you stand at the Beds Feet where â—ou shall behold your dearest affections and your â—ost pleasing delights in the Agony of Death what combats and what Duels â—f Love and Grief What strength and â—esolutions to receive the last worâ—s and â—â—ghs of a dying Mouth to whiâ—h a thouâ—â—nd and a thousand chast kisses have been given â—â—d whose least breath was able to wipe awâ—y all â—orts of sorrows What Prodigy of constancy to â—ose with your Hands two Eyes which served as 〈◊〉 in the saddest obscurities of Life which is but â—o much intermingled with mourning and pleasure In fine how can we see with out dying anâ— other self at the point of death Nevertheless this was but thâ— image of a dying life which Abrahaâ— led for the space of three dayes onâ— would swear that God had undertaken to make him dye ten thousand times upon thiâ— sad way every glance of Isaack was a mortal Javeâ—lin which pierced his Heart and yet he must havâ— him three times four anâ—â—wenty hours before hiâ— Eyes there was a necessity of eating drinking and speaking with him were not these entertainments and Feast of Death He was constraine during the night to lay on his Breast and in his Boâ—som that Head he was to cut off with his owâ— Hands was not this a murthering sleep and a crueâ— repose In sine he
even seven years more entire to obtain Rachel Iacob it suffiâ—â—th to love her For in loving every thing is animated every thing lives every thing prospers and every thing passeth away most sweetly under the Laws of love and since it is not for a Man but for a Goâ— nor for a mortal beauty but for an immâ—rtâ—l happiness you captivate your self It was no trouble unto Iacob to receive this yoak seeing himself the posseâ—â—oâ— of his dear Rachel he resumed the Trade he had so happily begun and he believed that the shackles of his second service would not be less supportable than the former Behold him happy to see himself in a Bondage where he was a Servant to Laban and the Master of Rachel All his misfortune was only because he contemned Lea which prâ—ceeded from the excessive love he bore unto Rachel But God taking pitty of Lea rendreâ— her considerable by her Fruitfulness and by the Birth of four Sons the first of which was called Ruâ—en the second Siâ—â—on the third Levi and the fourth Iudas which were the four principal causes of Rachels envying Lea. Rachel will dye she sâ—ith if no Children be gâ—â—ven her What man I beseech you can bestow a saâ—vour which God hath reserved to himself Was 〈…〉 then a means to make Iacob dye seeing that 〈◊〉 Wife asked that which lay not in his power to give her It was requisit nevertheless that the goodness of God should aleviate the grief of this sad Mother giving unto her handmaid two Sons one of which was called Dan and the other Nepthalim God immediately after shewed the same favour to the Handmaid of Lea who brought forth Gâ—d and Asher After which Lea her self conceived of Issachar then of Zebulon and at last of a Daughter called Dinah It was by the means of these Generations God began to accomplish the Promise he had made to Abraham Isaack and Iacob And it was out of these first springs issued a thousand and a thousand streams of this blood of Patriarcks which was to overflow the fairest Lands of the Universe At that time Iacob saw the time approaching during which he had tyed himself to serve his Father-in-Law Laban Rachel nevertheless was troubled at her Barrenness But at length God heard her prayers and made her the Mother of a Son whose birth effaced all the marks of her shame and dishonour This Ioseph this miraculous Infant was the delight of his Parents the glory of Rachel the love of Iacob the wish and desire of both the support of his Family the King of all his Brethren the Saviour of his People anâ— the master-piece of the graces and favours of God A Dialogue between Balaam his Ass and the Angel Balaam puss't up with Pride dos take his way To Moabs King The Ass that 's wont to bray With Humane voice afright â—im till he see An Armed Angel urging Heav'ns decree Who lâ—ts him pass that Jacob blâ—st may be Balaam How am I Honour'd In what high Esteem is Balaam held That Moabs Princes thus attend his Morning wake and Kings become his supplicants Did they know what little power I have to serve them surely they would not be Solicitous at such a rate Alas Alas my Curses in this case are fruitless Iacobs God at whose dread Name I Tremble frustrates all my purposes and by his power dispoyles me of those jugling Arts wherewith I blinâ—ed the deludeâ— Eyes of Godless Nations Yet must I go and visit Balack or the King will storm at my delay Ha! Why stars my Ass Why croâ—ds she to the Wall the Coaâ—t is clear No dreadfull Apparition sure does represent it self to her Amazed Eyes How 's this The more with Stripes I load her the more she doth Recoile My Heart misgives Terror sâ—izes every part Ha! now she 's fallen and I 'm crusheâ— But with redoubled Stripes I 'll thus revâ—â—ge my self Ass. Wickâ—d and Sin bliâ—ded Man what means this cruelty to me Whâ—â— hâ—ve I done to thee that thou hast Smâ—tten me thâ—se three times Balaam Ha! Aâ—azment seizes me What is 't 〈◊〉 hâ—â—r or amâ—â—â—ur deladâ—d with tâ—e â—cho of sâ—me souâ—d râ—boâ—â—â—ing â—â—â—m the Neiâ—â—â—ouring Hiâ—â—s â—or what stâ—ang poâ—er can thâ—â— inspiâ—e a Brute with humane Voice to souâ—â— Aâ—â—â—ulâ—tâ— And yâ—t it seems no lâ—ss Wâ—at â—ave I â—one â—o thâ—e that thou hast 〈◊〉 me thâ—se three tiâ—â—s Where not they the words Yes yes they were But yâ—t sâ—av I 'll try agaiâ— if any â—urthâ—r â—ouâ—d râ—maiâ—s â—hy have Strickeâ— thee 〈◊〉 tâ—â—u Wâ—s thâ—re noâ— a reason for i◠〈◊〉 tâ—ou â—â—st 〈…〉 and O that thâ—re were Swoâ—d In my 〈◊〉 â—or noâ— woulâ— I Kill thâ—e Ass. Am 〈…〉 thine Ass upon which thou 〈◊〉 Riddeâ— ever siâ—ce I was thiâ—e to this day And 〈…〉 ever wont to do so unto thee Balaam Ha! Yet again O sâ—â—pendious and Amaâ—â—ing what can this speaking prodigie in Nature signifie or to what end tends it Sure Angry Heaven forbids my further paâ—sage and commands my swift return least dire destrâ—ction meet with me in the way Was I ever wont to do so unto thee were nâ—t they the last words Ay they were Why no thou diâ—est not but 't is now too soon Yet sure ther 's something further ment by those misterious sentences O miserable me my Eyes are open now and 't is too to plain The Ass was wiser thâ—n the Prophet A bright Heavenly Warriour with a flaming Sword wide wavering threatens me with present death Wretch that I am What shall I doe But falling prostrate strait implore his mercy Angel Balaam wherefore â—ast thou smitten thy Ass these three timâ—s Beholâ— I went out to withstand thee because thy way is preverse before me and the Ass saw me and turn'd from me these three times Vnless she hâ—d turneâ— surely now also I had Killed thee and saved her alive Balâ—am O mighty Lord spâ—re me poor wretched me Who with a strange Coâ—fusion must confess that through ignorance I have â—rovoked thy Anger and thâ—s â—inâ—â—d for I knâ—w not thâ—â— thou stoodest in the wâ—y against me Now therefore if it displease thee I will get me back again Angel No 't is the Allmighty God of Jacobs will you sâ—ou'd pâ—oceed but only the words that I shall speak unto thee that shalt thou speak bewar thou degress not leâ—st swift vengeance overâ—ake thee Balâ—am How sudâ—â—inly the glorious Apparition's vaniâ—h'd now I know that Israel is bless'd nor can my words prevail against them nor must I Curse the chosen of the Lord but bless them Even so transcendant happy are all those that put their trust in him But my Companions call I must away though my visit will be little pleasing to the King The Conclusion The Madbrain'd Prophet goes to Balack where He Sacrifices does with speed prepare And blesses Jacob which does much displease The King who gives him straite his Writ to Ease And sends him packing to his place again Where soon he 's by the Sword of Israel
to thy Royal Person so muâ—h Veneâ—â—tion anâ— respect to all thy Laws 〈◊〉 he is th◠〈…〉 Ungâ—â—tâ—ful man thâ—t he is whom 〈…〉 of 〈◊〉 thou hast 〈…〉 whose very weight 〈…〉 in hiâ— Loyâ—lty 〈…〉 thâ—â—â—he suâ—limity 〈…〉 into foâ—ly too he 〈…〉 other Goâ— as if â—â—ou O King weâ—t not 〈◊〉 enough for him who hast been so kind and Royal to him Never has the largeâ—se of Princely Bounty 〈◊〉 unluckily miâ—carried by ingâ—atitude and Treachery which dares be so insolent to give so pernicious an Exâ—mple of first Violating that Law which he should have valued infinitâ—ly dearer than his Life and rather than have prostituted it to 〈◊〉 Coâ—â—empt should have 〈◊〉 the warmâ—st Blood of hiâ— Hâ—art to itâ— Glory We pray therefore that he may Suffer the Pains and Penalties of the Irrevocaâ—â—â— Decree he has so Prophanâ—ly despisâ—d may râ—ceive the just Râ—compâ—â—se of his hâ—ughty Râ—bellion and Pride Be thrown to the Lyons Now is the King almost dead with sorrow the fatal News mâ—re wounds his Royal Heart than the Pâ—iâ—oners The King himself suffers in this Plot and is persecuted in the Captive and now is basely betrayed to sign the Decree which Seals his own vexation and trouble For 't is they and not Daniel were guilty of the Treason agâ—inst his Royal tranquility and peace Unhappy Daniâ—l to bâ— so lov'd and so hated so pa sionately lov'd by Darius so universally 〈◊〉 by his Nobles Hereâ—â— nâ—t one of all the Peers hâ—s a pitty for thee they joyâ—â—ly address for thy 〈◊〉 Executiâ—n Nâ—minâ— Coâ—tradicentâ— The King singly demures and while he does so they impâ—tientlâ— adâ—râ—ss a second time and had not so â—â—â—â—â—erously 〈◊〉 hitheâ—to now to 〈◊〉 theiâ— Plot to perish in â—mâ—rio 〈◊〉 makes them foâ—â—â—et good mannâ—rs they 〈…〉 and uncourly 〈◊〉 O Kiâ—â— that the Lâ—wâ— the 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 it that no Decrâ—e nor 〈◊〉 which the King 〈…〉 v. 15. q. 〈◊〉 We have 〈…〉 a Bâ—y 〈◊〉 Reâ—el may noâ— be pardoned tâ—e Laws of tâ—y Kingdom will not bear it tho thou wouldst therefore in vain dost thou labour to â—eliver him for dye he must and shall But now metâ—â—nks how do I see the great Darius hugging him in his Aâ—ms whilst he beholding him as he fears with his last Eyes breaths out his very Heart to him in such dear Expressions as these Daniel my dearest Daniâ—l the brightest Star that ever illustrated a Princes Court the faithfullest Servant that ever bless'd a Master the very Glory and Flowâ—r of my Kingdom and Palace who art passing up into those more glorious Mansions where only dwell suâ—h Spirits as thine Thou wiâ—t no more envy the toys of Regality nor need the aiery Honours of an Earthly Palace I am distreâ—sed foâ— thee my dearest Daniel how willingly could I uncloath my self from these vain Badges of Majesty to pass into Spirit with thee But â—tay may not thy God meet thee in the Den as I have heard Shaâ—rach's did him in the Furnace and methinks I have Faith to believe he will and least thine Enemies should think so too and send in Russians more cruel than the Beasts to destroy thee my care shall obviate that danger while I Seal thee up under the Protection of Heaven and thy God How stately passes the Captive 〈◊〉 the Den richlâ— laden with the Trophâ—â—â— of his Princes affections and the graces of his God! He leaves nothing behind him thâ—â— he should take to Heaven with him but the thought â—f Revenge A Dialogical Discourse between Adonibezeck and one of the 60 Kings he tormented and kept under his Table The Discourse supposed to be in the other World The Argument The mighty King the Tyrant whose delight In tortures was who sixty Kings in spite Of Regal Pow'r that did their Brows adorn Maim'd and beneath his Table kept in scorn Is in like manner serv'd so fares it still With those that seek their fellow Creatures ill 〈◊〉 HOw now great Monarch by what fatal chance 〈◊〉 you from lights of splendid pomp advance 〈◊〉 these dull Regions how cut off by death 〈◊〉 you the sternest Tyrant of the Earth 〈◊〉 midst of all your Glories lose your breath â—don Torment me not in asking how I fell â—ow the Fates durst my Ambition Quell â—ing Know you not who I am know you not me â—don I know too well the dreadful shape I see â—â—ke it from mine Eyes I wou'd not know â—wou'd be known in these sad times of woe â—ing Yet pittyless you durst our patience prove 〈◊〉 cou'd our Tears nor Groans your Mercy move â—don 'T is true they cou'd not but I thought me then 〈◊〉 the blasting Fate of Vulgar men 〈◊〉 made me seem in heights to fly 〈◊〉 the reach of frail Mortality â—â—ng So we once thought yet all we urg'd was vain â—ou'd our Sighs when fallen ease our pain Adon. You were my Captives by fierce war so made Your Countrey 's mine by me in Ashes laid King 'T is true yet pitty in a Monarch's Breast Renowns him more pity to those opprest A God-like nature in Man-kind creates And Envy's Keen-soul piercing Shaft Rebates Adon. But then Compassion knew not my Abode Revenge and Fury waited on my Nodd My will was then my law Death mark'd my Frowns On whâ—m they bent there he bestow'd his wounds King Yet now too plain you see the God whose Eyes Into the darkest of Man's Secrets pryes Has found you out and by his chosen Seed Now made the Proud Adonibezeck bleed Adon. 'T is to my Shame and sad Confusion knowâ— As I have done to me so be it done In a base servitude a Mâ—narch dy'd Maim'd as he maim'd Crush't as he crush't the pride Of daring Mortals whom he made to stoop E're they his Towring Cedar cou'd o're-top King Just is thy plague thy punishment is comâ— And we with joy behold thy juster doom So fares it with all those that pityless Afflict their Brethr'n when in most distress Who proudly triumph over those they may And make a sport of them they make their Prey So may it fare with Tyrants so with those Whose Breast no mercy but fell rage Inclose Adon. My guilty Conscience wounds me Let that Revenge enough no more then torture me King Still still I 'le haunt you since the 〈◊〉 decree Your Fortune equal in our Misery Adon. I 'll shun you then my Soul no more can 〈◊〉 King Yet you unmov'd our sad laments cou'd 〈◊〉 Adon. 'T is true I did and scoff'd at all your 〈◊〉 â—lutting with your hard Fates my well pleas'd eyes King Then what can you expect but to indure Our hate and scorn who cou'd your self enure â—n prâ—sperous dayes to nought but cruelty Adon. That I 'll prevent for with swift wings I 'll fly To dismal shades of Night beyond your reach King In vain 's such flight your Walls can't now Impeach Our following fury now your Guards are gone No power to torture 's left Death has undone The knot of power and now like
and the bright Queen embrac't All glorious Wisdom eldest born of Heaven For which the others were as hand-maids given To wait on her and next the King proceeds To Famous glorious and amazing Deeds A mortal man does build a House for him Who rides upon the Starry Cherubim What David had design'd his Sceptred Son Will have with Speed and countless cost begun Mount Lebanon with Axes loudly sounds Whilst cloud-invading Cedars kiss the groâ—nd The Rocks hard intrails are in pieces torn And Gold from all the Richest Lands is born From Ganges to Hydaspes Christal Streams Are brought the Glittering glorious Gems The Silver Mines exhausted every where And dies the richest Grain with sofâ—est hair Of Beasts but rarely seen hard to be caught And all were by most curious workmen wrought Before they were set up that there no sound Of Ax or hammer the calm Air might wound But that what had been said might be fulfill'd That he should then a peaceful Temple build Of sixty Cubits length of twenty broad And thirty high a Mansion for the God Of Iacob who establish'd his high Throne In peace and truth whilst none more great was known Adding a Porch of twenty Cubits long And ten in breadth compil'd of Marble Strong Whilst all within the dores and walls did shine With Gold and Gems Mozaick work divine In every place appear'd Each place was bright By the reflecâ—ion of so rich a Light All woods of price were there each overlaid With Gold expanded or brighâ— Silver spread Studded with orient Pearls and Rubies fair Jasperâ— and Jacincts too were shining there Christal and Topaz Beril Amaâ—hists And glittâ—ring Diamonds no stone there was mist That could contribute to the dazled sight Of wondrinâ— man or give his Eyes delight Pâ—lm Tâ—â—â—s that flourish and still seem'd to bloom Adorn'â— the stately place and all the Room With shapes of golden Cherubims was set But those â—hat spread above the Mercy Seat Wâ—re tâ—rrible to the bâ—holders eyes As those that fill the Sacred Throne with cries Of Holy holy for God chose to dwell In th'inmost place to guide his Israel â—y sacred Oracle All this and more The King perform'd with Treasure wondrous store In sevâ—n â—â—â—rs space and all the Vessels brought Into the House for sacred uses wrought When Sacrificing with loud praise a Cloud Inclosing dazling brightness soon does shroud The mighty Fabrick then the Heavenly Guest Who had the Labour and the Labourers blest Descended and well pleas'd the place possest Wondâ—r of wonders so amazing great That none can think on 't but must wonder at That he who crown'd with rayes of brightness he Whom Angels dare not without vailing see Should take up his abode with wretched Man Who 's but a Vapour Fading Grass a Span A Bubble Shadow Smoak or what is less A thought that 's past O how can man express Sufficient Praise for such such Humility In him who made all things e're they could see A Dialogue between King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba The Argument From distant Lands with a most splendid Train Came Sheba's Queen to hear the King explain Mysterious things and is pâ—â—aâ—d to find A King so Rich so wise so Just and Kind Q. S. I Plainly see great King of Israel that babling Fame has not been over lavish as too oft she 's wont in setting forth theGlâ—ries of your Court such Magnificence as every where appears my Eyes in all their tedious search never viewed before 'T is true the Pâ—inces Treasure and his Mind must both be great that could ereâ—t such glorious Fabricks S. Illustrious Quâ—en whose awful Sâ—epter stretches its Commands through the wide Sabean Coast consider this aspiring Mansion was not built for Mortal Man but for the dread Reception of the Mighty God of Iacob who is pleasâ—d to dwell therein and condescâ—nd to an acceptance of his Servants Sacrifice and mean oblations Q. S. It seems no less and well befits a Deity â—or dare the Nations round you boast their Gods inshâ—ined in such a glorious Pallace S. The Gods they worship are unworthy of their lowly Cells base Idols But the workmanship of foolish Hands and those that make them are much like unto them Q. S. 'T is true they are but senseless Images take them simply but inspired by Powers inâ—isible they tell strange wonders and point at the Nations Fates S. Yâ—t those inspiring Spirits who still reply in Ambiguâ—ties and cause the too credulous Nations to deceive themselves by making wrong constructions of the Hellish Syllogisms work not the strange effects they tell but are in all things limitted by hiâ— who made them and whatever else was made who of himself does all things and in his Eternal Counsel foresaw what was is and is to come Q. S And is he then the highest the Supremest Deity S. He is alone from all Eternity besides him there is none no God but Iacobs God the great Jehovah the Almighty Fountain whenâ—â— what â—ver is has flowed Heaven Earth and Sea acknoâ—ledge his dread power and all the Creation tremble at his Frown Q. S. How Is his power so great that senseless Creatures can be capable of understanding when he is Angry S. Yes all the Glittering Host that dance round us hear his Voice the ruffâ—ing Winds are still when he commands nor dare the Ocean rage if he forbids it's Fury the ponderous Earth by him is sustained without a prop of ought but thin and fleeting Air the glorious Lamp of day when he commands denies the world its Beams nor dares it run its Course but by his order the fruitful Ground by him forbid dares not produce her fruiâ—s Nature runs backward when 't is his command and does her work preposterously Q. S. I start at what I hear and am amazed But say great King in whom such Wisdome dwells aâ— to inable you to know this mighty God and be accquainted with his will are there not second Causes that produce strange visible effects S. 'T is true there are but all of them have their original from the great Fountain of all power and Wisdom who out of nothing made what ever we behold nay all the orders bright of Angels Arch-Angels Cherubims and Seraphims are the creation of his hands or spâ—ung from nâ—thing at his word Q. S. Leaving those glorious Spirits far above the reach of Mortal Eye let us contemplate his wonders â—isible say mighty Monarch by what secret extinct ebb and flow the briny waves why shakes the Earth say why the Bellowing Clouds dart flame How dreadfull Comets on whose horrid hair hang pestilence and War kindle aâ—d by what matter fed how is the dayes bright Eye eclipsed and why does the Silver Moon in the midst of all her lustre lose her light at times and whereâ—ore keep those Luminaries their unerring course through the twelve signs of Heaven say say most sapient King proceed these not from second causes S. Hard things you ask yet give attention
lend An ear unto poor Lazarus thy Friend Lazarus Most Noble sir view but these sores I bear And how each one doth like a Mouth appear For some relief my wounds do loudly cry And humbly beg your Christian Charity 〈◊〉 I ve lain here day by day unable E're to obtain the scraps fall from your Table The very Dogs more kindness shew than you Who lick my my sores and heal my ulcers too Alass great Sir I languish nay I dye Only for want of timely Charity Let me request your bounty for I know God will repay you double what I owe For Gods sake and your own let me but have Some kind relief to shield me from the Grave Scraps from your Table I do only crave Dives Why how now Sirrah how dare you presume To urge my patience with your begging tune How dare you venture at my Gate to ly Up and be gone or else prepare to dye Talk you of Sores and Wounds what 's that to me The Doggs indeed your fittest consorts be My Table is not spread to grant relief To every begging idle lazy Thief Such as your self may be for ought I know Be gone you Idle rascal Sirrah go Or I 'll release your idle cries and groans With a good Cudgel that shall break your bones What if you languish perish rot or dye Do so or hang your self pray what care I. You tell me God will double what I give Yet will not I believe it as I live Go to him then your self if you are able And tell me then who keeps the better Table So get you gone you lazy idle Theif I fear you there will find but small relief Lazarus Farewel proud scornful Dust and Ashes I Will henceforth only on my God rely With winged speed I will approach thy Throne And all my grief and misery make known Lord thou art able to relieve my wants â—elieve my misery and hear my plaints â—rom thee my God I do expect much more â—han ever I yet found at Dives door â—â—wever Gracious God I now must try â—y strength decays Great God behold I dye Angels 〈◊〉 blessed Lazarus all Hail we say â—e're sent thy Soul to Heaven to convey â—est Abraham attends with open Arms â—ho will secure thee from all future harms â—uze then bright Saint and Hallelujah sing â—hilst we with expedition take the Wing In order to transport thee to that place Of joy where Tears shall ne'r bedew thy Face Dives lifting up his eyes in Hell Behold me Father Abraham I lye Surrounded with eternal misery Shall Lazarus a blessed place obtain Whilst I all Hellish Torments do sustain Have mercy on me Father pray now send Thrice happy Lazarus to dip the end Of one of his blest fingers and asswage My hell tormented Tongue which fire makes rage Some cooling Water for my Tongue for I Must now in Hells Eternal Torments fry Abraham Remember Son to add unto thy grief When living you allow'd him no relief You then possess'd your good things he his bad You swam in mirth whilst Lazarus was sad But now the case is alter'd much for he Shall ever joy whilst you tormented be Besides a Gulf between us two there lies More deep than is the Earth beneath the Skies And let me tell you you will find it true You cannot come to me or I to you Dives Dear Father let me then this sute obtain Send him unto my Fathers House again Five Brethren there I have O let him tell To them the torments I indure in Hell And if they will not then their sins refrain Let Lazarus return to thee again Abraham Moses the Prophets too must be their Guide And pray what else should they desire beside Dives Nay Father Abraham but if one went Vnto them from the Grave they would repent Abraham If Moses and the Prophets will not do They 'll not believe a Messenger from you But further let me paraphrase on the Chaâ—ter as follows Hearken therefore now and I will speak of a great rich man that flourished here on Earth as a learned Divine observes In all pomp and abundance that shined in courtly purple Robes that was cloathed in Bissus and fine silk and fared deliciously that was lodged sofâ—ly that lived pleasantly But understand what became of this rich man his years being expired and his dayes numbred and his time determined he was invited to the fatal Banquet of black ugly death that maketh all men subject to the rigour of his Law his body was honourably buried in respect of his much wealth but what became of his Soul that was carried from his body to dwell with the devils from his purple robes to burning flames from his soft Silk and white Byssus to cruel pains in black Abissus from his Pallace here on Earth to the Pallace of Devils in Hell from Paradice to a dungeon from pleasures to pâ—ins from joy to torment and that by hellish means damâ—ed â—pirits into the infernal Lake of bottomless Barathrum where is wo wo wo Hearken also of a certain poor Beggar cloathed in â—â—gs with miseries pained pained with griefs grieved â—ith sores sorely tormented unmercifully condâ—mâ—ed â—ing at this rich Mans Gate desiring to be refreshed 〈◊〉 with the crumbs that fell from the rich mans table â—e dogs had more pitty than this rich man on this dâ—â—essed creature for they came to visit him they came comfort him they came and licked his sores Well his time being also determined he went the 〈◊〉 of all flesh and death was the finisâ—â—r of all his miseries and griefs Vita assumpsit mortem ut mors vitam acciperet he dyed once to live for ever And what became of his Soul it was carried from his body to his Master from a House of Clay to a House not made with hands from a Wilderness to a Paradice from an earthly prison to a heavenly pallace from the rich mans Gate to the City of the great God from pains to pleasures from miseries to joys from Adams corruption to Abrahams bosom It was carried by Angels into the quires of Angels to have his being and moving in the very moving Heavens with God himself Where is life food and abundance and glory and health and â—eace and eternity and all good things all aboâ—e all that either can be wished or desired And this is the subject that I shall now speak of What poor Lazarus What! lying at a gate and full of Sores too Would not this rich Man afford thee some out-house to ly in to shroud thee from storms and tempests no would not his servants pitty thee no would not his Childreâ— speak for thee no would not his Wife intreâ—â— her Husband for thee no Hadst thou ever doâ—â— them any wrong no But Lazarus it may be thou art stout and often-times Beggars will 〈◊〉 chusers thou perhaps wouldest have some greâ—â— Alms or some Copy-hold some Farm of this riâ—â— Man no Or thou wouldest have some delicâ—â— Meat no Many
You that turned back to ways of prophaness and open wickedness after some time of profession and joyning your selves with my People was my service so burdensome that you could endure it no longer was the way to heaven so unpleasant that you would walk no longer therein after some trial in shew of me did you prefer and make choice of the Devil before me Take them Devils bind them hand and foot 23. Come forth all ye impenitent Persons and Vnbelievers all ye that have not yielded obedience to the Gospel were you not called to repentance by Ministers and the Spirit in Ordinances and when a stiller voice was not heard were you not called louder by God in his judgments did you not know that except you repented you would certainly perish Take them Devils bind them hand and foot Zacharias and Elizabeth An imaginary discourse The Argument The way preparing Prophet born his Birth O'rejoys his Parents who with holy mirth Return their thanks to Heavens eternal King The Maker Giver Author of each thing Z. WHat Wonders has God wrought how gracious has he been in opening thy barren Womb and giving us a Son in our old Age nay more a Son that is a Prophet to prepare the way of him on whom the happiness of mankind does depend E. My Heart is o'reflowed with joy nor can my tongue relate what I conceive nor am I capable of rendring sufficient praises to the Lord who has been peased to â—isit his low hand-Maid and took from her â— her loathed reproach Z. Had you but seen the glorious Vision the bright Messenger of Heaven that brought the happy news that blest assurance of what is come to pass you would have been the more transported E. I dare beleive no less yet you durst doubt the truth of what his high Behest imorted Z. I did indeed and had my punishment for so much incredulity the Organs â—f my voice denyed their office rendring me a Mute till my aged Eyes beheld the dear the welcom the thrice welcom Babe sprung from the Womb of my Elizabeth E. 'T is just with Heavens eternal King who had done such great things for you that you were so punished and stand as an example to the diffident Z. But since I am restored I 'le use my diligence to make Attonement for my vile stupidity apply the voice return'd in hyming him and telling of his wonders nay more that we may both be happier in our Son let us observe to train him up as Heaven has given directions E. That next to praising our great Benefactor who with Mercies and choice Favours every way incompasses us shall be my cheif care but see the Sacrifices wait you must now to the Temple Z. With joy I go to glorifie the God who does â—ouchsafe to dwell with his Inheritance E. Hast then whilst I retire and offer up the Sacrifices of a contrite Heart which God has promised never to reject Conclusion Thus joy the blessed Pair in their success Whilst God what e're they take in hand â—â—es bless A Diologue between the three Kings of the East upon their return The Argument The Scepter'd Monarchs that so lately came To worship him that made the Glorious Frame Of the whole Vniverse Herod deceive Of what he durst expect and Juda leave Vnknown to him which makes him storm and grieve 1 K. WIth what earnestness the bloody minded King of Iuda made inquiry for the Heavenly Infant I then perceived his drift was â—ut to get him once into his power for why the prophecy concerning the all-glorious Babe and our enquiry started him and made him doubt his â—mpire 2 K. It could no less to one who blinded with the Guilt of such great crimes as he by his Tyranny has pulled upon himself had no further sight of Sacred things The Babe is born a Heavenly not an Earthly Prince his Kingdom is above all heights transcendent glorious beautiful beyond expression 3 K. 'T is true and we have seen a God on Earth this this is he of whom the Cybils did so darkly sing The Child let down from Heaven in a bright burnish'd Chain of Gold that should shut Ianus's Temple and invest the World with Peace 1 K. Undoubtedly the same and happy is the Jewish Nation if they understood aright this blessing this is the Star that should arise out of Iacob this is the great Deliverer the great Preserver of his People this is he of whom the Prophets have so loudly told 2 K. Nor are we less obliged to wise Omnipotence that did vouchsafe to make us privy to so great a mystery revealing to us what had happened and disposing us to follow the bright Star hung low in the thin Region of the Air that it might be our kind Conducter to the happy place 3 K. Nor was the glittering Angel less careful of his Lord when in our slumbers he forwarned us to return another way and not as we determined see the wicked King 1 K. I can but think how Herods rage will rise to find himself so much deluded 2 K. Doubtless it will but all his fury will be spent in vain the end for which the Glorious God came down and was incarnate must be accomplished e're he does ascend to seat himself upon his Saphire Throne 3 K. It must so all the Prophets say yet in the end when as his gâ—â—rious course is 〈…〉 when he has finished his great 〈…〉 â—or lost 〈…〉 1 K. That indeed must be the result but then triumphing over the Grave he will in rayes of brightest Majesty ascend and draw all those that love him and adore his goodness after him 2 K. No less do I conclude but see we are arrived at a fair City here let us repose this night and contemplate on this wonder 3 K. Agreed great King we will be content to do as you have said Conclusion Thus to their County the pleas'd Monarchs go And there whate're they have heard and seen they show A Dialogue between Herod and his chief Captain The Argument The bloody minded Tyrant in a rage To kill him whom the Prophets did presage King of the Jews in Bethlehem murders all ' Neath two years old that he i' th croud may fall H. AM I then deluded by the Eastern Kings say you are they departed to their own Abodes and he that Fame has rumour'd must deprive me of my Scepter is hid past finding out 'T is so most Potent Monarch the Kings are journyed through the Wilderness and by this time have reached their Native Lands the Infant though all diligent inquire has been made is no where to be found H. So to be served makes me all Fury O! that 〈◊〉 was not such a March over the vast Desarts to the â—ands of those deluding Monarchs Fire and Sword should speak myanger what is in my power I 'le do to make my Title sure Captain make hast and draw up all my men of War I have a great design in