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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A53252	Eben-ezer, or, A small monument of great mercy appearing in the miraculous deliverance of William Okeley, Williams Adams [brace] John Anthony, John Jephs, John ----, carpenter, from the miserable slavery of Algiers, with the wonderful means of their escape in a boat of canvas ... / by me William Okeley.	Okeley, William.; Deane, James.	1684 (1684)	Wing O193; ESTC R41361	62,607	143

EBEN-EZER OR A SMALL MONUMENT OF GREAT MERCY APPEARING IN THE Miraculous Deliverance OF William Okeley Williams Adams John Anthony John Jephs John Carpenter From the Miserable Slavery of ALGIERS with the wonderful Means of their Escape in a Boat of Canvas the great Distress and utmost Extremities which they endured at Sea for Six Days and Nights their safe Arrival at Mayork With several Matters of Remarque during their long Captivity and the following Providences of God which brought them safe to ENGLAND By me William Okeley The Second Edition with a Further Narrative of James Deane and others London Printed for Nath. Ponder at the Peacock in the Poultrey over-against Stocks-Market 1684. Turks taking the English Selling slaves in Algers Execution with A batvone Turks burning of A Frier er Divers Cruelties Making the boat their Escape to Mayork Upon this Book and its Author THis Author never was in Print before And let this please or not will never more If all the Press-Oppressors of this Age Would so Resolve 't would Happiness presage He should as soon another Voyage take As be Oblig'd another Book to make His Canvas Boat Escaped Seas and Wind He fears this Paper-Vessel will not find Such gentle Gales when every Reader hath Pow'r with a puff to sink the Writers Faith For who so Prints a Book goes off from Shore To hazard that which was his own before As one poor Pinnace Over-match'd that fights With an Armado so doth he who Writes If Books like goodly Merchant-Ships set forth Laden with Riches of the greatest worth With Councels Fathers Text-men School-Men Mann'd With Sacred Canon Mounted at each Hand Are hard beset and forc'd to make Defence Against Arm'd Atheism Pride and Impudence How can this little Cock-Boat hope and Escape When Scripture Suffers Piracy and Rape Noe's Ark wherein the World Epitomiz'd And Mankind in Octavo was Compriz'd Though in the Deluge 't was preserved sound By Infidelity it self lyes drown'd That Moses with a Rod the Sea should Cane And Beat the Coward streams into a Plain With the same Cane should broach a Flint and bring Out of its Fiery Womb a flowing Spring That a dry stick assign'd for Levie's share Should Bud and Blossom and Ripe Almonds bear That Sampson with the Jaw-Bone of an Ass And Atheists think Him one that lets it pass Without a Scomme should slay a Thousand Men And being weary with the Slaughter then The kind Jaw-Bone that was his Faulchion first Should turn a Flaggon and allay his Thirst These Miracles and all the Sacred store Which Faith should grasp and Piety adore Met with Arrests Arraignments and a Doom More harsh than Tales of Heathen Greece or Rome Yet O the Folly of Confounded Man Who cannot Truth believe but Fathers can When Truth that cannot Lye shall be bely'd Its Pow'r defy`d and Weakness Deify'd When our Diseased Appetite shall Lust For Egyts Leek or Gibeons Mouldy Crust Ephraim will feed on Ashes and disdain The Manna Comfits and the Candy'd Rain An Heaven-born Truth like poor Mens Infants may For lack of God-Fathers unchrist'ned stay And find no Priest when every stander by Will be a Gossip to a Great Mans Lye O Miracle of Love God-Man was fain Each Miracle he wrought to make it twain The Fact and Faith too else the Fact in vain There is a Generation alive That Live on Lying Miracles and thrive There is a Guild of Priests will undertake To make that God who doth all Wonders make Can make Him Bake Him Break Him Eat him too And with a Thought can All again undo Had but some Monk this History to Dress He would have made the Iron-Teeth of th' Press Turn Edge and grin to chew the stuff and stile Compar'd with which all 's Pap in Mandevile Had these Five Comrades been good Sons of Rome Nothing but Miracles had brought them home Okely hae been inspired Jephs had Seen An Apron dropt down from Heavens Virgin-Queen To make a Sail Carpenter should have pray'd Saint Joseph to assist him at his Trade And the next Morn did in the Cellar find The Keel Ribbs Pins all Model'd to his Mind An Holy Sea-Calf in St. Peters Coat Had then appear'd and danc'd before the Boat Saint Christopher with a Sweet Babe on 's Back Had stalkt along to save from Rock and Wrack Saint Nicholas or in his Shape Old Nick Had with a straw steer'd the Boat Catholick The Tortoise taken napping in the Flood Had first said Grace and then become their Food Yea and his Sacred Shell had been preferr'd To make fine Combs for Wilgefortu Beard And who can tell for now 't is Thirty Years Since this strange Expedition from Algiers What Use the Fryars of Mayork have made Of the poor Skiff to raise their Legend Trade But be it as it will Buy or not Buy This Book is Protestant and hates a Lye The Reader shall find in this Breviary All Pater Nosters not one Ave Mary If Gentleman and Christian may avail If Honour and Religion can be bail For this poor Pilgrims Truth and Faithfulness It may with Leave and safety past the Press Let him who scorns to Read or Reads to Scorn And thinks this Story might have been forborn First buy the Book theu give Security To do the like The Book-Seller and I Will give him Bond when he Returns to Land To pay a Thousand pounds into his Hand Mean while this Narative all plain and True Is worth its Shilling to a Turk or Jew But to a Christian were the Story gone The Preface is a Penny-worth alone The whole hath no Errata's or Mistakes Save what the Printer aud the Poet makes To his Ingenions Friend Mr. William Okely upon his Miraculous Deliverance in his Canvas Boat THY Boat thy Coffin call and Greet The Canvas as thy Winding-Sheet From Coffin Shrowd Delivered Call 't Resurrectiod from the Dead And since thy Life 's the Great thy Lines present As God's Great Mercies Lesser Monument A PREFACE To the following NARRATIVE Courteous Reader I DO readily agree with thee that there is no sort of Writings more lyable to abuse than this of the Narrative Lying much at the Mercy of the Composer to be Corrupted and as much in danger to be mis-improved by the Reader The Reader therefore I am sure will demand good Security that he is not imposed upon in the ensuing Relation and the Writer craves leave too to maintain a modest Jealousie lest the Reader should miss the benefit that is designed to him in it The Author will engage and pawn his Credit not to wrong the Narrative and he would take some care also that the Reader may not wrong himself It is very true that every Narrator is under a strong Temptation to Season his Discourse to the Gusto of the Time not imposing a severe Law upon himself to Report what is true but accomodating his Story to the Liquorish Appetite of others I have observed that some Men are ashamed