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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16663	The last trumpet: or, a six-fold Christian dialogue Viz, 1 Betweene death, the flesh, and the soule. 2 Between the Divell, the flesh, and the world. ... 6 Betweene the soule and the city of God. Translated from the elegant Latine prose of Richard Brathvvait Esquire, into English verse, by Iohn Vicars.; Novissima tuba. English	Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673.; Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652.	1635 (1635)	STC 3569; ESTC S106132	46,858	112

with thy gracious resolution Bring all to holy happie Execution Live heere as other Saints a little space Then thou in Heaven shalt have a glorious Place The end of the fifth Dialogue The sixt DIALOGUE Betweene the Soule and the City of God The Argument of the sixth Dialogue The Soule being here in heav'n suppos'd And in its longed joyes repos'd Gods holy City is brought in It s gracious welcome to begin And to the Soule to demonstrate Its most victorious glorious state The Soule is ravisht with delight At its coelestiall sacred sight Reproves the worlds fond aberration Neglecting this so great Salvation Whereof it-selfe thus now possest Abides in endlesse Peace and Rest. ALL-haile most holy City of the Lord What glorious sights are these thou dost afford Most blessed Spouse of Christ beloved Bride What amiable joyes in thee abide What sacred songs what musicke doe I heare What heavenly Hymnes with most melodious cheere Doe chant about mine eares in every street What pleasant fruit-trees O what Manna sweet Doe I here see and savour touch and taste In midst of what sweet pleasures am I plac'd What precious prizes are there heere afforded O what most glorious matters are recorded Of thee blest City of our God of love And that most justly for all true I prove For in thee is indeed a habitation Of onely such as joy with exultation Even here where 't is more difficult to say What is not here than what is to display Yea though mine eloquence did all 's excell Yet could I not its glory truely tell C. Now then most welcome soule from this blest sense Thou feel'st and find'st by good experience That one day in Gods house is better biding Than elsewhere are a thousand dayes residing S. I finde it so indeed and one day here Doth an eternall day to me appeare To which no yesterday gives any place Nor any morrow makes to end its race Where nothing is that was not first here flowing Or which already is not here full growing So sweet and pleasant is this lasting light So full of rare and ravishing delight That if the soule could it enjoy no more Than but one-houre and so must give it ore Even for this-onely sweet the pleasures rife And flowing temp'rall-ioyes of all Mans life Though ere so many yeeres spent jollily Ought all to be contemn'd most worthily For in thy sight O God a thousand yeeres As yesterday instantly past appeares C. But say sweet soule what dost thou now esteem Of that most slippery-age What dost thou deeme And judge of those thy former dayes now past Those fleeting-yeeres quite spent and could not last And which shall nere-returne What thinkst thou say Of that fast fleeting time now fled away All that is past thereof is now no more And all to come thereof none can restore What of that-day whose morning-houres are fled Whose afternoones are not recovered What of that-houre whose minutes from thee sliding For their remainder there was no abiding Are not all these as if they neere had beene Compar'd with this blest state thou now art in For in this most desiderable Land No troubling-toyle is to be tooke in hand No pining pinching-paine is to be borne No griefe whereby the Heart is hurt or torne But heer 's the highest honour to be had Heer 's mutuall-love to make the Heart most glad Heere thou by knowing perfectly shall see Heere by delighting thou shalt loving be Heere by possessing thou shalt ever praise Heere to thy God be chanting heavenly-Layes Whom thou shalt see to satisfie thy pleasure Whom thou shalt have to fill thy will full-measure Whom thou shalt to thy joy enjoy for ever Whom thou to love and laud shalt aye persever Where thou shalt flourish in eternity Where thou shalt glister in pure verity Where thou shalt shine in perfect purity Where thou shalt joy in sweet security Where thou shalt finde endlesse stability Of perfect-knowledge rare facility Of sweet-repose and rest a happy sense Of all that may content the Quintessence O how can I describe sufficiently This Holy-Cities faire felicity Whose Citizens are blessed Angels bright Whose Temple is the Father of all Light Whose splendour is the Sonne of Righteousnesse Whose glorious-love the Spirit doth expresse S. O sacred-City joyes variety O blessed state of Saints society C. And we reciprocally are as glad Of this thy fellowship with us now had As wee are of our-owne blest happinesse For thou dost now so sweet a place possesse Where One soules comfort comforts all the rest None heere anothers-good doth ill-digest But each of us does take as much delight In others blisse as in his proper right S. O then how happy is my blessed-state Whom such choice mates doe so associate So many sacred Citizens doe meete So lively lovely Saints so kindely greete How sweet was this blest Cities meditation To me when I on earth had habitation But O how much more sweetnesse doe I taste To be in it of it belov'd embrac'd To contemplate my soules faire Bridegroome blest My soules sweet soule my Prince of glorious rest C. But come faire sister give me now thy hand And thou shalt in me see and understand Our yet more sacred sweets our mansions faire Glistring with gems and precious stones most rare I will thee into our Wine-Cellars guide Where Flagons full of purest wine abide Into our Refectorie choicely deckt With heauenly dainties palates to affect Where neither longing doth ingender paine Nor fulnesse doth least nauseousnesse containe Where neither he that eates is over-cloyd Nor what is eaten is not full-supply'd Where ever over-flowing flouds of pleasure Will cheere thy soule in most abundant measure And will thy heavenly heart inebriate With love-divine yet still most temperate Here run pure Rivers of the wat'r of life Here are faire meads gardens of pleasures rife Here 's augmentation of felicity Glories-encreasings with sure constancie Beds of delight boards of aboundant joy All that may comfort nothing to annoy Yea from this mount of savorie spices rare Behold at full a heavenly mirrour faire And therein see Saints glistring splendour bright And all their honour of majesticke might In this faire port of peace is labours rest This creeke of comfort foes cannot infest Here being safty with eternity Contentive joy with full satiety With various noveltie all rare delight And sugred sweetnesse in Gods sacred sight S. And who would not both long and like it best To set downe here his everlasting rest Both for its peace and for its pleasant light For its eternitie and Gods blest sight In ever knowing God the Fathers power The wisedome of the Sonne in 's heavenly bower The holy Spirits tender clemencie To have full knowledge of the Trinitie C. T is true sweet soule Gods secrets open be There he will befull seene and lov'd of thee S. O blessed-vision in himselfe seene trim To see God in us and our selues in him C. Yea to see him who