Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n
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A63831
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The divine comedian, or, The right use of plays improved in a sacred tragy-comedy / by Rich. Tuke.
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Tuke, Richard, fl. 1672.
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1672
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Wing T3226; ESTC R28893
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as at first I came into the World it is my God that gave them to me and now he requires them back I freely render them to him again I know his goodness will not let me want that which he gives to sparrowes and to flow'rs He is my God still that 's enough and I have better treasures stor'd in him than these have I not Faith Faith Dear Soul thou hast and his Bosom is thy Exchequer whence thou may'st Exhaust rich mines of Comfort there 's a Crown and Kingdome for thee too in Heav'n thou hast Treasures laid up that thou canst never be bereaved of by any Casualty Empir Blessed be God and having such a store henceforth my self I 'le nevâ—r reckon poor But what art thou that look'st so pale and grim scarefull as death Sickness A Pursevant to him his Messenger that come to warm thy hast toward a Dissolution Empir Welcome last of all yet welcom'st dearest Sickness come and lead we gently to my fathers home I 'me weary of this World and long to be dissolv'd that with my Saviour I may be I long to have possession of those joyes that I have waited for and have my Eyes wipt from those tears that in this World find springs still to add moysture to them and to sing my Halelu-jah's Satan Soft a while you run too swift thin'kst thou thy work is fully done where are those evidences that should give thee title to those Joyes thou mayest believe amiss Empir Yet Satan this same word is sure whereon I build my hopes and shall indure to confirm this my faith when thou and thy accusing fiends shall be condemn'd thereby Satan But thou may'st be mistaken in the ground Of this thy faith it may be sandy found Thy faith may be presumption and the rest Of all thy graces seeming but at best Empir No Satan 't is not as thou dost suggest I 've built upon a Rock that Rock is Christ Whose faithfull servant I have been and find The same suggested likewise to my mind By him that is the spirit of truth whom I Believing must return to thee the ly Then hence malicious fiend and tempt no more or if thou darest as I look to find thy malice greatest now when it ha's least time for to act in yet O Satan know that ever conquering Enemy of thine with whom I now a going am to Raign that has protected me against thy spight so long will not now leave me but will keep me to the last untill my warfare's done Then Death shall give me Victory and a Crown And now Vain World farewell false Enemy Let these bones rest and thou shall not hurt me No more henceforth need I to fear thy spight For I have conquered and won the fight My Crown is ready and I only stay For my great Captains word to call away Farewell my slesh no more a shed to me But Feasts for worms and yet how loth are wâ— To part that have so long been partners here Yet we must part thou to thy dust and there Rest for a while and I to heav'n where I Shall shortly too expect thy company When we shall re-united be again With Christ our head for evermore to raign Farewell my Hopes you blessed spies that have still chear'd us amidst our weary steps with sweet relations of that promis'd Land that we are now agoing to possess No more we need your help but leave you for a guide to those that follow us and Faith Triumphant Faith thou glorious instrument of this so great acquired Victory The substance of our hopes and evidence of things before not seen but now to be discover'd in full Vision Farewell But Charity greater than all the rest thou must go with us and receive the Crown Thou art alone that grace which shalt receive perfection in that place of happiness where thou united to the breast of him that is the fountain of all Charity shalt thence flow back again in joyes to me I have fought a good fight I have finished my Course I have kept the Faith henceforth there is laid up for me a Crown of Righteousness c. 2. Tim. 4 7 8. Cujus Ovantis Animae faelicis status nullus FINIS EPILOGUE ANd now Death gives the Exit to our Scene and Heav'n the Plaudit Angels clap their hands For Joy and sing their Io Poeans to This glorious conquest as they did at first When the first fatal blow was struck between Empirea and her Ghostly Enemies Let men and Angels now cry victory And praise to him through whom it is obtained And whose assistance let us now implore That have this victory to perfect yet And Enemies yet hot and powerfull To deal with Let us look unto that prize That is to Crown our following Victories We fight not for a Corruptible Crown Nor Lawrels to be set upon our Graves To keep our Names fresh to Posterity As Alexander Conquerer of the World Yet we must conquer worlds as well as he Our Conquests are more difficult and Crowns More glorious Dearest Jesus grant us first Thy aid then let our Enemies do their worst Stand thou but by us and do thou but own us And we shall overcome and thou shalt crown us FINIS