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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

neere to me then and I will thee draw And listen to the lessons of my Law S. Speak Lord for I thy hand-mayd do thee heare And gladly bend my most attentive eare G. Then first of all thou must wel know and see Both whence thou cam'st what th' art what thou shalt be If thou me please whence first thou didst proceed Thou now art and shalt be most blest indeed Thou wast what now thou art not and 't was I That gave thee this thy present-entity I have thee over others set and plac'd And thee with high prerogatives have grac'd Superiour-things for joy equall for mates Inferiour things to serue thee in thy straits S. What canst thou give unto me for me more If thou thy selfe dost give t is all rich store G. I gave thy selfe to thee when thou wast nought I gave my selfe to thee being worse than ought I have my selfe for thee at last reserved That thou in endlesse-blisse might'st be preserved S. O blessed mysterie of most dimension O blessed benefit of large extension G. A mysterie it is wherein indeed Thou must of three things take especiall heed 1. The mercie of thy ever-loving Lord 2. The merit which Christs sufferings do affords 3. And the free grace of Gods most holy Spirit Which the sweet Gospell cals thee to inherit 1. My mercie lov'd thee ere it thee created And thee from other creatures separated 2. The merit of my Christ did purchase thee When moved meerly by his love most free Thy miserie caus'd him the heavens to leave And for thy sake such wrongs here to receive 3. The grace of my good Spirit thee then did call When it did preach and teach thee therewithall It freed thee fully when thy state it saw And from fouls bodies dangers did thee draw S. O that I were of brinish teares a spring That I these loves might fully see and sing G. Thus thou hast briefly first seen What thou wast Vpon thy present state thine eyes next cast See What thou art Which thus is first defin'd The Soule is the plaine image of the Minde The minde Gods Image is But God's more great Than is the minde and has there supreme seat The Minde againe is greater than the Soule The Soule doth all the Bodies parts controule And thus O soule thy dignity is great Adorn'd with diverse ornaments complete Even princely priviledges which remaine To make thy lustre of an higher straine On thee is graven the image of thy Maker Thou art redeem'd with Christs bloud and partaker Of all he is espous'd by faith to him Thy dowrie is his Spirits graces trim Invested with his vertuous righteousnesse And made than glorious Angels little lesse First then if any aske Whose image rare And superscription is this thou dost weare Well mayst thou answer t is the image right Of supreme Caesar soveraigne Lord of light If yet they aske thee how it was defac'd Tell them by rust of sinne it was disgrac'd How wast repaired By thy Saviours bloud How wast espous'd By faiths-ring pure and good How is 't endow'd with influence of Gods Spirit How is 't adorn'd with flowers of Christs due merit How is it plac'd and grac'd with dignity Even with blest Angels in their purity Say then good soule is not this state most blest Yes sure unlesse earth has thy joy possest For who except he a ranke traitour be Traitour I say both unto me and thee Dares be so bold this image to put out Since it is heavenly Caesars past all doubt Who shall thy soule make vendible to vice Redeem'd with such a summe thou art blouds price Who shall thee such an amiable Bride Vnto thy heavenly King in Wedlocke tyde Once dare to violate or lay least staine Since thee my specious soule I entertaine Who shall endevour to eclipse or dim Thy sacred secret inward-light most trim Glistring most gloriously from heaven on thee Since t is the light of my blest Spirit from me Who shall once dare to crop those fragrant flowers Of vigorous-vertues from our heavenly bowers Those precious aromatick-sents of grace Since th' are thy beauties sent from our blest face Who can divorse thee from those blessed-mates Promis'd my Saints in their celestiall states Yea set about thee here still to defend thee Since they are Angel-troops that do befriend thee Thus hast thou seene thy first and present state Now hearken what condition does thee waite Namely if here thou live a Saint divine In heaven thou shalt Angelically shine Be therefore ever going growing ever Faint not in my paths and go backward never But to stand still is to go backe in grace For here 's no medium or abiding-case Thou either must go freely forward still Or certainly thou wilt go backe to ill In which thy pious progresse have a care Especially to keepe thy paths most faire By that most holy grace Humility Which will thee lead with sweet stability Prate not of thy proficiencie at all Or growth in grace lest pride do make thee fall For what soere is done 's undone againe If lowlinesse do it not safe sustaine He therefore which does other vertues get But does not with humility them set Doth like to one that carries dust i th' winde Whereof he soone himselfe doth empty finde Men therefore fitly call Humility Rare vertues Queene death of impiety Faire Virgins Mirrour and the mansion neat Which the blest Trinity hath made its seat Nor can that soule be counted poore and bare That shines with beauteous beams of meeknesse rare For this knows well to order its owne minde Which seldome I in rich and great men finde And hence it is that men say Poverty In good mens mindes doth guard humility In having which they are farre richer sure Than he which could the whole worlds crowne procure S. O my deare Lord whereof should I be proud Whose nature yeelds not ought by thee allow'd In many things I my deficience know In nothing I can least sufficience show G. Be of good courage soule for usually He that most feares his owne sufficiencie Best fares in piety For how should he Desire supply which no defect doth see Mine onely grace which is sufficient still Is most pure Balsum which from me does thrill And it requires a vessell pure and sound And in such onely will be sweetly found I 'll therefore clense the cisterne of thy heart And then the Balsum of my grace impart Yea I will leade thee to yet higher things To yet more fluent and more pleasant springs Put forth thy hand and I will thee embrace Know'st thou my presence is in every place S. Yes Lord I know in every place thou art And yet not circumscrib'd to any part I know that thou art present every where Yet neither place nor motion do thee beare G. And dost thou know I have an all-seeing-eye S. I know acknowledge it submissively And that thou Lord revenger of all ill Dost eye and spie see and fore-see

My joy in God and so my soule deceive Sin But yet for all this this worlds happinesse For other I know none I still professe Is the most excellent and much depends On choice of merry-mates and joviall-friends On hunting after honours heaping treasures And on enjoying various sorts of pleasures But these belike are wholly opposite To vertues practise and approv'd delight Con. Thou art mistaken Vertues are indeed True riches not base wealth which earth doth breed Worlds wealth to serue is God to disobay And though worlds-service does to worldlings pay Some seeming joy yet ever more Gods Saints Finde it a clog and cause of great complaints These do it estimate their prime perfection To passe this desert by Gods Spirits direction This state of grace heav'ns glorious place they count To be neere-kinne and long to climbe that Mount The worth of all this world hels worke they deeme Earths honours they earths tumours do esteeme But to performe Gods sacred will and pleasure They count their souls most high and happy treasure Sin What prat'st thou of thy silly Saints to me They are not of my fold nor ere will be And their encrease does decrease my great powers But who comes yonder a true friend of ours My docible young scholler Man no Saint And that 's my joy whom I must now acquaint With my rare rudiments For I suppose What 's humane touching vice within him grows Man Aye me of all men living most forlorne I too-too long in silence have forborne But now I neither can nor will forbeare Wilt thou not cease to hunt me every where Sin T is thou that hunts and haunts me to and fro Ma. I must confesse it but for doing so I now am overwhelm'd with woe and shame Yet this my sense of sins most deadly blame Being the first and firme step to salvation Makes me find hope of my Regeneration Sin How 's that this gives me very poore content Ma. I do confesse I say with full assent That I have finn'd and it was onely I Not foolish fortune or my destiny No nor the devill but evill in mine owne brest I therefore onely 'gainst my selfe protest And if I should thee O my conscience blame Or thinke my sinne from any other came I to those dogges might be resembled right Which as divine Plato doth truly write Do snap and snarle and bite the rowling stone Cast at them but regard not whence t was throwne No rather now at last with weeping eyes And wofull heart against my selfe I rise Whom I have made my worst intestine foe And treacherously ensnar'd my soule in woe Nor do I onely 'gainst my selfe thus rise But make a serious solemne-vow likewise Heav'n ratifie the same that I will ever From this time forward use my best endevour That thou O sinne shipwracke of mans salvation Shalt nere in me have willing habitation But if by force thou wilt breake in againe Yet thou shalt never domineere and raigne Con. A pious vow and godly resolution The Lord will surely bring to blest conclusion Ma. I doubt it not and therefore will persist And since I seeme of two parts to consist A Soule and Bodie If the first of these By any smallest sinne hath least disease It stings and wrings thee strait with bitter s●art O my syntericke sinne-opposing-part I therefore purpose a new course to take Whereby my conscience I may chearfull make Whereby my soule I may with grace renourish And my internall family may flourish And as for thee my flesh since thou art apt To draw in sinne and be by sinne entrapt Yea Sin as water to drinke in and sucke And he which addeth sin to sin doth plucke And hale his soule to hell as with a rope Thou delicate fine-Philistine I hope I shall thee tame new-mould and mortifie Nere let thee rest till thou with me comply To dye to sinne till I have runne my race All this I trust by power of heavenly grace Con. Most sweetly thou resolv'st O ever may God by his Spirit perfect it I pray Sin Well if thou me forsake I 'll others finde Who will me entertaine and use more kinde For whiles on earth there any men remaine I make no doubt but I shall rule and raigne Ma. But I will frustrate all thy hope in me If to my votes my God propitious be Now then my conscience let us both go in And since we are thus fairely freed of Sinne So hatefull to us both now mutually Let us rejoyce with sweet tranquility An end of the fourth Dialogue The fift DIALOGUE Betweene God and the Soule The Argument of the fift Dialogue God here the Soule most kindly greets With many sacred sugred sweets Even wooes the Soule free-love t' embrace Assures it of assistant-grace The sanctified-soule complies Bewailes her faint infirmities Resignes her selfe to Gods dispose And with his holy-call doth close God helps it on with faire directions And cheeres it on with sweet affections The Soule thus on Gods leasure waits Till He to glory It translates God A Rise my Love my Dove most pure and faire To come to Me make haste thy selfe prepare Soule What sacred voyce is this blest invitations Candy'd with such sweet loving compellations G. His who creating thee inspir'd thy life Inspiring it espons'd thee as his wife S. My great Creator and my glorious King G. Yea thy free-lover whence thy good doth spring S. I know thee O my God that thou art he Who fully freely firmly lovest me Since for my sake thy Sonne thou hast not spar'd To free me when to hell I was ensnar'd G. My Sonne I gave yea and mine onely Sonne That thou might'st not for ever be undone S And what deare God shall I repay to thee G. Nothing but love for love which pleaseth me S. What heart O Lord can be so stupifide As by thy love not to be mollifide G. That heart which hides the favours I bestow S. Lord what have I that did not from thee flow G. Returne me thanks then that thou mayst have more For grateful hearts do find my favours store S. Let my poore prayer good God ascend to thee That thy rich grace my so descend on me For by thee onely 't is I life retaine To thee then wholly Me I give againe G. Thou giv'st thy selfe to me t is well But where Where are the fruits that thou to me dost beare S. Alas O Lord what fruits can I expresse As of my selfe till thou me till and dresse If thou vouchsafe upon my heart thy field To sow such seeds as may thee good fruit yeild Thou must O Lord by thy blest hand of grace First plucke up all my weeds of vices base G. Thou say'st most true But wilt thou willingly Submit thy selfe to graces-husbandrie S. O burne me bruise me breake me heere O Lord So thou hereafter mercy dost afford O let that hand that form'd me me reforme Let it correct so it to thee conforme G. Draw

all still If I should hide my selfe in earth most deepe Thy piercing eye could sentinell there keepe If I in wildernesse would build my nest Even there should I to thee be manifest G. And dost thou know that I am judge of all S. Most certainly and that my Saviour shall The whole world judge with equity and right Though he on earth was sentenced with spight G. O if thou didst both know and well beleeve That I thy God do every thing perceive Am present every where and must judge all I thinke so oft on sinne thou wouldst not fall S. We all O Lord are very weake and fraile And I know none so apt as I to faile G. By how much thou thy state more fraile dost So much the stronger thou shalt daily grow But tell me now this one thing wouldst thou faine know Be counted worthy me to entertaine S. Blessed thrice blessed is that soule most sure That can his God to be his guest procure For he can never want a sure protection In whom thou dwel'st worthy thy sweet refection G. Thou shalt be worthy if thou follow me S. Lord to the crosse in Christ to purchase thee G. That blessed author finisher of faith Hanging upon the Crosse bequeathed hath In his last-will of love and piety To divers sorts a severall legacie To his Apostles persecutions tart Vnto the Iews his corps and wounded heart His Spirit into his heavenly Fathers hands Vnto the Virgin Iohns firme fostering-bands To the beleeving-thiefe blest paradise To soule-slaying sinners helt just pay for vice And to repentant-Christians he set downe A certaine crosse before a promis'd Crowne S. O Testament full of pure charity From whence I may collect infallibly That all the hope of mans salvation blist Doth in Christs meritorious death consist G. And whence thou mayst collect thy dignity The purchase of a soule a price most high Which at no lower rate could ransom'd be But by Christs bloud shed on the Crosse for thee Vse then all care thy selfe to watch and ward Vnto thy latter end have great regard And this most holy wholesome sentence grave Be evermore sure in thy minde to have Whether I sleepe or wake with watchfull eye Or whatso'ere I do continually Me thinks that last great Trumpets sound I heare Arise ye dead to judgement now appeare S. A sound O Lord indeed most lowd and shrill To Saints most glad to sinners sad and ill G. And yet alas I pitty thy poore case This shaking sound which should all evill chase No sooner is remembred than forgot And this the soules rich worth doth staine and spot An asse fals in a pit and is puld out But if a soule falls no man looks about Ev'ry man does his bodies death much feare But very few do for the soules death care And whence I pray does this souls-slaughter rise Because men do that precious thing despise Which being lost and carelesly neglected A soule so falne cannot be re-erected Nothing men say more precious is than Time And yet alas oh t is a common crime Nothing is now a dayes esteem'd more base Nothing more slighted than these dayes of grace Yet on this moment which men here let fly Dependeth most mans blest eternity Then let not Pastimes passe the times away But up be doing good in this thy day Correct thy selfe and then my mercy crave No fault so great which cannot pardon have S. But O my God I many things here finde By liking which I staine and soyle my minde G. But he them all contemnes most easily Which alwaies mindefull is that he must dye S. O but deare God I feare I shall dye never G. Dye to the world and live with me for ever But marke this well unto the world to dye Is to forsake this world primarily Not to be left by it for if that men Begin Repentance and to leave sinne then When they can sinne no longer and forsake The world when they no more of it can make Sinne leaveth them they doe not leave their sinne The world leaves them ere they this worke begin Not to avoyd a danger when thou may'st Is not to have thy hope upon me plac'd But 't is to tempt me rather wilfully Leaving the rule liking security In hope therefore feare fearing take good heed Thus of much danger thou shalt safe be freed Beare tryals then and thou shalt comforts have No conquest comes without a battaile brave S. Most holy Lord I all things will forsake All tryals I will gladly undertake That I at last may thee my God possesse Who art my All in All in all distresse Forsake thy-selfe and then thou shalt me finde Put off all high-conceipts all pride of minde A Christians prime-Praeludium and best tryall Is to divorce himselfe by selfe-denyall Thou art not mine if thou preferre thy will Before my pleasure in thy actions ill For no man heere can stand which heartily Will not himselfe for my-sake vilifie Thou hast within thee from me still to teach thee Or stay with me or else returne and reach me When-ere thou shalt be mov'd or avocated By ill-affects nay defects instigated Give me thy-selfe then and thou shalt me gaine Love me and thou shalt my free love obtaine S. Certainely holy Lord he loves not truly Who loves ought with thee which thee loves not duely Love to the thing-belov'd transaminates And in its love it-selfe full fatiates I wholly leave my-selfe nought is in me I totally being thine will rest in thee And in my Saviours armes I doe desire My life to lead and sweetly to expire But yet I cannot comfortably sleep Vntill my Soveraignes armes me safely keepe G. Be comforted poore Soule thou shall be sure To be more safe then rest thou heere secure A Christians-crosses are a Christians Crowne And shall obtaine immortall high renowne Persist therefore in this my Cordiall-love Wherein if thou thy-selfe sincere approve Thou wilt a thousand deaths more soone endure Than willfully by sin my wrath procure Persist I say in my religious feare Wherein if thou thy-selfe uprightly beare Thy House of Clay thou shalt well regulate Thy actions thou shalt wisely ordinate Thus thou shalt sweetly have repose in me Thou need'st not feare because my love 's in thee For that soule surely cannot feare that loves But that soule whom no love of me once moves For perfect love all servile-feare casts-out And fortifies the soule from griefe and doubt It brings-forth most enduring-dignity And fits thee for my Saints society S. Most holy God so write thou in my Heart By finger of thy Spirit the sacred Art Of memory of thy Mellifluous-name That blacke-Oblivion nere blot out the same Yea print upon my soule and sincere minde And graven on my Brest let me still finde Thy sacred pleasure which no chance or change May violate or from my thoughts estrange Come Lord come perfect what thou hast begun And in-mee on-mee Thy blest will be done G. Goe-on then