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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A46672	Jonas Redux, or, A divine warning-piece shot from the fort-royal of Ninive to all cities, countreys, kingdoms and empires to exhort them to be careful how they do admit of the dominion of sin within their respective territories, lest they fall into the like danger / Jonas Anglicus.	Janson, Henry, Sir, 1616 or 17-ca. 1684.	1672 (1672)	Wing J481; ESTC R30367	8,554	20

to command They jeer because they cannot understand Nor will believe at all though Sacred Writ Do certifie at large the truth of it Nay though it be the Figure of our Christ Yet they do what they can to have it hiss'd For as he lay three days within a Whale So past the Son of Man through Earths black Jayl From whence returning Conqueror to the World Hell and the Grave he to confusion hurl'd So when our Prophet was again restor'd To th' open Air he the great God ador'd And taught obedience by his so late fall Goes straight to preach their ruine One and All. Bold Amithaides now does appear Obedient to his God without all fear Remembring his past danger and cries out You wretched people that are drown'd throughout In Seas of sins and near a future fire Hear what I say and so avoid Gods Ire Your horrid words and your more impious deeds For which though yours do not my poor heart bleeds God hath beheld that God who always pays Offenders and in equal ballance weighs So if he punish not with present pain Eternal torments sinners shall remain Which are prepar'd for you without all end Unless you shall your selves and manners mend He therefore is so angry for your sins By that the fortieth day from hence begins All shall be surely by sad Fire destroy'd Unless his wrath by Pennance you avoid This when the Prophet spoke an anxious fear Struck every person that his words did hear And a sad Horror seiz'd on all the Town The Swordmen well as those that wore the Gown That now the day was come when all should fall By Fire from Heaven in Pile Funeral All places now were fill'd with sad complaint And he before was Devil now turns Saint All Quarters now were fill'd with grievous cries And sighs of sinners pierc'd the very skies The King who thought he did command the Globe Descends from Princely Throne and Royal Robe And clad with Hair-cloth next his tender skin With Ashes on that head a Crown was in Commands a Fast through all his People too And taught by his example what to do So in Procession and with one accord They humbly go about and seek the Lord. And pray his Mercy to avert the pain His Justice threatens they 'd deserv'd again Th● Almighty heard their cries and grievous groans And so was pleased too with their sad moans That he remitted all their sins so loth Is God to vengeance and to shew his wrath As Jonas had performed Gods command Gets from the City far on a high land And to keep off the Sun prepares a shade Desirous for to see the end God made With that rebellious and most sinful City Which had not yet deserv'd his Prayers nor pity But when he found God did himself repent And from 's intended punishment relent He grieves as much the clean contrary way To find from God his angry-Plagues delay Either for that he thought they ought to die As wicked men or that he seem●d to lie Therefore he chooseth to embrace his death Rather than length of a dishonour'd breath Now was it neer the end of purple Spring And Ceres 'gan her Summer gifts to bring Now raging Syrius burnt the foaming fields And the poor Prophet to his fury yields For now he can no longer find the shade Which he well hop'd his hands had surely made So the divine dignation from above Chaseth the heat and plants him in a Grove Of green and growing Ivy which imbrac'd His shaded limbs as by it they 'd been lac'd So starting up aloft unto the Sky Gave a delightful shade for him to ly Here Jonas joys do strait begin again And hopes he shall be quit now of all pain But see how little are and how unsure The pleasures that all mortals can procure Whilst Jonas thought himself secure i' th' shade Which by Gods will one single night had made Behold God willing now another night A Worm destroys it and its umbrage quite It withers straight and falls so Jonas joys Are fled and pleasures turn'd to sharp annoys So he grows angry but Almighty God Knowing himself the Author of that Rod Why Jonas swith he doth that give thee grief To see that dry'd which gave before relief And that which only one night kindly gave Another dry and languishing would have Why should not I then Nonive so spare In which so many Souls of Mortals are And holds so many in its spacious walls As the fields grass Trees leaves before their falls Who all don't know yet what is wrong from right I love the simply good but punish spite But they who with an humble heart do crave My gracious pardon their remission have I always yield to Sinners gracious ears By hearty sorrows they avoid all fears Of my displeasure and from Heavens high vaults Drops an Indulgence for all humanne faults So London like great Ninive appears Thrice happy Niobe turn'd stone with tears He said and so he did and as to them So he 's to us unwilling to condemn Therefore let us who ' of 's glory careful are Approach his Sacred Presence with this Prayer Almighty and great God who mad'st us all Make us t' avoid that City's sins and fall And though we do by heaping Crimes on Crimes Deserve thy wrath shew'd in the worst of Times Nay all the Phlegetons and Stygian Fire Which thou 'st prepar'd for Sinners in thine Ire For who doth worship right thy holy Name Who keep 's thy Word and Will with divine Flame Vain Superstition Frauds and wicked Lust With dirty Avarice Ambition must Reign or'e our Members Virtues being supprest Or fled to Heaven there to take their rest Oh they are fled away t' accuse us there Of our ungrateful sins and follies here So they cry down to us Sinners repent And God from 's Indignation will relent But thou Great God who know'st best how to spare And only chastnest who obdurate are Us also who with suppliant voice require Thy Grace look on with pleas'd eyes and appeas'd Ire Remit the punishments we have deserv'd By following Satan and our flesh so serv'd Send down thy Holy Spirit to our hearts Which may convert us Sinners in all parts Inflame our Souls to follow better things Than those which shew much Honey but leave Stings So Thine Thy Sons and Holy Spirits breath Wee 'l glorifie with Prayers until death Laus Christo Trino Vni Deo

lay three days within a Whale By God committed to that moving Jayle And how confessing Ninive God spar'd My hand is ready and my Pen prepar'd Thou blessed Saviour by whose bloud alone The world is spar'd from like Destruction So rule my heart and hand that not a word May fall but what thy glory may afford For without thee I can to nothing tend Be my beginning middle and my end An Ancient City stood with lofty Towers Touching the Stars and rich in Fruits and Flowers Held by Assyrians and late Poets sing Was so call'd Ninive from Ninus King This stately Tygris waters all about Blest with a Horn of Plenty all throughout There nothing wanted that did need require Or that the heart of Man could well desire How hard a thing it is to bear such hap Virtue and Wealth sit seldom in one lap Whilst Ninivites with all things thus abound Reeling in darkness and the world went round Forgetting God who is the only True And giving Idols what 's his only due So leaving God which is the greatest sin All villany besides doth streight creep in All vertues chas'd out of their City walls Carry complaints to Heaven of their foul falls Bewailing so the madness of Mankind Quick-sighted to all Vice to Virtue blind Forgetting God and all besmear'd with evil Give themselves up to th' Clutches of the Devil But God above sitting ' i th' highest Throne Of 's Temples there hearing his Daughters moan Was streight provok'd to a most grievous wrath And scarce abstain'd from thund'ring Ruin forth ' Gainst all the Neighb'ring parts and burnt with Fire But that his mercy mollifi'd his Ire As that is always greater than the world Though into Millions more Transgressions hurl'd Therefore he calls good Jonas him to send And bid them all their manners for to mend Or to denounce this Doom if they go on They should be all in Conflagration gon Fire and Brimstone should be sent from Heaven Ere ' the Suns course was finisht six times seven Th' Amaz'd and doubting Prophet doth refuse So daring Gods own dictate to abuse But he 's recall'd again and changeth mind So oft as Sails are alter'd by the wind What shall I do so he begins his moan But straight his voice was strangled with a groan Yet he proceeds How shall I dare come near A people without grace or wit or fear If I go on those Villains are so rude I shall be murther'd by the multitude But if they shall repent and pardon merit As God's most gracious and forgiving Spirit Or shall not execute his Fury full Then will they scoff and kill me for a Gull No I will rather go in spite of Fate Into the Sea than to that City Gate So said he hastens to th' Seas nearest Dore And mounts a Ship bound for Cilician shore Scarce was he got clear out of sight of Land And Mariners did to their office stand But the All-seeing God observing this From Heavens heighth as all things done amiss Ah witless wretch d' ye think ye ever can Escape my hands by a Retreat to Man Opposing so my Preccepts Scylla fly And fall upon Charybdis and so dy This whilst th' Almighty ponder'd in his mind The Seas were rais'd with a Tempestuous wind Which God did call to make the Prophet quake Whilst with that storm the very earth did shake The Air and Water meets yet you 'ld think under Was th' only Seat and Region of Thunder There West and South are at a furious strife Which shall be soonest Master of his life Nay Eurus with his Oriental Steeds Doth puff and blow whilst the poor Seaman bleeds The bellowing waves do give a dismal note Like Io with her metamorphos'd throat The knowing sky was with its Lightning light Whilst guilty Seas were all involv●d in night There death 's presented to each mortal eye Which they look on and pray but cannot fly Nay what the dismall'st horror represents There 's sad confusion of all Elements And a most certain Chaos doth appear Fire Earth and Air dwell all with Water there Now you must think though hot at work cold Fear Possest each limb and Artery that was there Yet that their Ship more lightly pass those waves They throw their wealth into those wat'ry graves But Seas not sated with that Sacrifice Swell higher yet nay higher higher rise Now Thunder mixt with Lightning doth conspire To make Earth look like Air and Sea like Fire So were they toss'd in that outragious Gulf That all abord thought they held th' ears of a Wolf Thus turmoild with th' uncertainty of Fate No hopes appear the Tempest should abate So they determine to be try'd by Lot Who are the truly Innocent who not The Lots being cast Jonas is found the man In Gods disfavour deny 't if he can No he confesseth fairly I 'me a Jew And for my sake great God doth thus pursue 'T is for my sake who lately disobey'd Him who has always Earth Seas and Heavens sway'd Cast me into these waves and streight the Main Will be appeas'd and you at rest again The Mariners amazed stand and stay Hoping the storm may cease another way And so to save the man but yet no peace Nor fury of the angry billows cease Then having each one pray'd unto his God That he 'd abate the sharpness of his rod They throw poor Jonas or'e the highest Bord To see if's death their safety would afford There the wretch swims and storms are straitway said As if the Sea had made the winds afraid But the great God of Heaven caus'd a Whale To come and take him into 's living Jayl The horror that then seis'd poor Jonas heart Is not to be exprest in any part And buryed thus alive he doth complain Though yet he 's scarce come to himself again His heart doth humbly yet to God address I' th' bottom of that swimming Wilderness Almighty God who hast created all And keep'st all things created least they fall Behold me miserable Sinner here As buri'd in a living Sepulchre So in the middle plac'd of present death What hopes have I of any future breath But now my hopes are thou wilt safety bring When I 've no hopes in any mortal thing Be merciful to him that doth confess Cast not thy Servant into wretchedness Let not this fishes belly and the waves Be turn'd into my Dungeon or my Graves Deliver me O Lord from this dark Den That I may see thy Temples among'st men Then shall this fish swim sooner upon land Than I will disobey thy just command Thus gracious God was pleas'd to hear him pray In his quick Sepulchre and the third day Th' obedient Whale did straight by Gods command Cast the converted Prophet on dry land This is all truth I speak though Heathen wits Have laugh'd at this with other holy Writs And so have thrust amongst the fabulous pack A false Arion on the Dolphins back So in mans reason what 's not