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A77267	The penitent pilgrim bemoning his sinfull condition. Faith appeares vnto him affording him comfort hope seconds that comfort charity promiseth him in this vaile of missery to cover all his scarlett sins wth: [sic] ye white robe of mercy, & conduct him safly to ye kingdome of glory. By Io: Hall	Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673, attributed name.; Hall, John, 1627-1656, attributed name.; Herdson, Henry, attributed name.; Le Blon, Christof, d. 1665, engraver.	1651 (1651)	Wing B4275aA; ESTC R224400	106,709	434

a time for every man to dye and after that to come to judgement make me to remember mine end that fitting my selfe for it I may cheerefully encounter it and so prepare my selfe for that judgement which shall come after it O make me walke in thy light now while I have light to walke in and to worke out my salvation now while I have time to worke in For time will come unlesse wee walke here as Children of light when we shall have neither light to walke in nor time to worke in O inflame mine heart with thy love and teach me thy judgements and my soule shall live CHAP. 68. Hell HEare how the damned say while they were here on earth they lived better then thou and yet they are damned And so they taxe Gods mercy and indulgence towards thee of injustice and partiality Such is those damned soules charity Meane time thou livest securely feedest deliciously and puttest the thought of the evill day from thee by walking foolishly in the ways of vanity Little desire then maist thou have O thou sinfull Pilgrim to see death having so little hope of life after Death O had some of those damned ones who are now lost for ever received those many sweet visits motions and free offers of his grace those opportunities of doing good those many meanes of eschuing evill no doubt but they would have beene as ready to entertaine them as thou hast been to reject them O thinke with thy selfe how happy had that rich Glutton beene if hee had rewarded poore Lazarus with some few crummes from his Table O had it not beene farre better for him to have given to the poore all that ever hee had to have stripped himselfe to his shirt and to have made exchange of his purple raiments with rags of poverty then to fry in hel-fire eternally O how happy had that rich man in the Gospel bin if in stead of inlarging his Barns he had inlarged his Bowels to the poore Little knew hee how soone his soul should be taken from him when hee addressed his care for so needlesse a provision His thoughts were so taken up with inlarging his Barnes as hee never thought How Tophet was ordained of old how it was made deepe and large the pile thereof fire and much wood and how the breath of the Lord like a streame of brimstone doth kindle it Tophet was large enough though his Barnes were not But turne unto thy selfe for whom canst thou find in more danger of falling into that place of horror then thy selfe How hast thou bestowed thy time how hast thou employed thy Talent O hast thou not put it up in a napkin or done worse by employing it to some worser end have not many bin damned for lesse then thou hast committed and did it repent thee of what thou hadst done that so thou mightst not bee condemned O no many a wretched soule lyes there tormented for lesse offences then ever thou acted and hast thou yet turned to the Lord that thou maist bee pardoned It is written in what houre soever the Righteous committeth iniquity his righteousnesse shall not bee had in remembrance Now if the righteousnesse of him shall bee forgotten by committing iniquity who leaveth what he once loved relinquisheth what hee once professed what may we thinke of the repentance of that sinner who returnes againe to that whereof hee repented O how many have ascended even up to heaven and amongst the starres have built their nests and yet have suddenly falne from that glory by glorying in their own strength and so drench'd themselves in endlesse misery And whence came all this but because they ascended unto that Mountaine to which the first Angel ascended and as a Divell descended And canst thou excuse thy selfe of being one of these Hast thou not sometimes shewn to the world great arguments of piety Hast thou not beene sometimes like the Kings Daughters all glorious without but how soone becamest thou stript of this glory Thou fell from that seeming sanctity or holy hypocrisie into open prophanenesse and impiety Woe is mee what shall become of me The wages of sinne is death a death that never dieth but liveth eternally Where nothing shall bee heard but weeping and wayling groaning and howling sorrowing and gnashing of teeth O how grievous then shall bee mine anguish how endlesse my sorrow and sadnesse when I shall bee set apart from the society of the just deprived of the sight of God deliver'd up unto the power of the Devils and to goe along with them into eternall fire where I am to remaine without end in grieving and groaning when I shall be banished from that blessed Countrey of Paradise to bee tormented in Hell perpetually where I must never see so much as one small beameling of light nor the least drop of refreshment but be tormented in Hell for thousand-thousand years and so tormented as never to be thence delivered wher neither the tormentors become wearied nor they dye who are tormented O my deare Lord looke upon the price of thine owne blood Thou hast bought mee for a great price O deliver thy Darling from the Dags remember her in mercy whom thou hast bought O let her not goe downe into the Pit neither let the Depth swallow her up For who shall praise thee in the Depth O my good God though the terrors of Death and torments of Hell encompasse me yet art thou my Succour and wilt deliver me and my soule shall live to prayse thee CHAP. 69. Heaven O How should I looke up unto thee that have so provoked thee O thou Mansion of the Saints thou portion of the just thou Citie of the great King thou heavenly and most happy kingdome where thy blessed Inhabitants are ever living never dying wher thy glorious state is ever flourishing and never declining I must confesse to my great griefe and shame that I have no interest in thee I have lost thee unhappily lost thee in losing my selfe in losing my soule by selling it to vanity I sometimes resolved to play the part of a wise Merchant and to sell all I had for the purchase of one pearle But I held the purchase too deare and therefore have I deservingly lost it Foolish Pilgrim couldst thou find any thing more fitting to entertaine thy best thoughts or bestow thy care then the salvation of thy soule Didst thou thinke it so easie a taske to get Heaven as to purchase it by making thine Heaven on earth yet hadst thou but taken halfe so much pains to get heaven as thou hast done to get Hell thou mightst have challeng'd more interest to Heaven then now thou canst Many summer days long winter nights have thy follies taken thee up and these seem'd short unto thee because thou tookst delight in those pleasures of vanity But to bestow one short houre upon devotion O how many distractions did that suffer and how long and tedious seem'd that houre because that

bloud redeemed with his Angells numbred made capable of happinesse inheritour of goodnesse partaker of reason commaunder of passion what hast thou to doe with this Flesh from whom thou sufferest so many evills By meanes of the Flesh are strange sinnes imputed to thee sins of her own hatching sinnes which thy purer condition should have so highly hated as nothing could relish thee lesse then to be so accoutred By her that loose Libertine thy fleshly Idumaean are thy works of righteousnesse accompted as a menstruous Cloath by her art thou brought to nothing esteemed as a vaine thing and in manner nothing For tell me O tell me poore deluded Soule what other thing is this Flesh whose society thou seemest so highly to tender but meere foame made Flesh and cloathed with fraile honour But shouldest thou consider O my Soule what will become of her how after Death her honour shall lye in the dust how shee shall be stinking Carrion full of misery and corruption meate for wormes Againe how neatly so ever shee seeme now tricked trimmed and tyred shee is no more but Flesh and that Flesh and the beauty thereof as the flower of the field Againe wouldest thou but consider her present condition as thou hast already heard of her Originall corruption and read an Atomy Lecture on her beauty to allay the heat of thy fancy Wouldst thou I say but consider with a cleare and dis-interessed eye what goeth out by the mouth nosthrills and other passages of the body thou wouldest soone confesse that thou never lookst upon a more stinking Dunghill Againe shouldest thou but reckon up all her miseries how shee is loaden with sinnes surprized with passions polluted with illusions prone alwayes to all manner of evill and addicted to al vice thou wouldest find thereby meanes of this staine of sinne full of all confusion and shame For by company of this flesh became man like unto vanity because from it and none but it drew man that staine of concupiscence by which he became attached attainted so wholly crooked and corrupted as he set his love on nothing but vanity practised nothing but workes of iniquity O leave to love her then whose love is thy losse estrange thee from her wayes for her pathes lead unto death And now give mee leave to talke a little with thee O my Flesh And first resolve mee if ever I came into any place wherein I could promise to my selfe peace In this populous Citie I cannot take my walke in any street wherein I am not subject to bee taken by thy deceit Thou sendest forth those two light Spies to purvey and bring in Objects of lust by these am I wounded by these doe I suffer a continual Combat Neither are these wounds cured now when my youth has left mee when these daily Messengers of death summon me For though I bee neerer my Grave I am nothing richer in Grace Though those follies of my youth have now left me and woe is mee that I did not leave them before they left me yet other aged maladies grow strong in me against which I must prepare my selfe for the encounter or I am undone for ever Would you heare what my distempers are They are these Though few bee my houres hoary my haires yet am I as numerous in my worldly cares as if I were but even now entring into the world I cannot without an envious eye see my Neighbours field flourish others prosperity gives me occasion of repining others adversity grounds of rejoycing Honour I would have yet can I hardly support my selfe much lesse that Honor which is conferred on me Alas poore mouldred earth Now when I carry about me such constant Companions of my mortality when Aches Cramps and Coughes are my ages livery Now when Death waits at the Wicket and bids me come away and leave the world seeing it is weary of me and fit me for my shrowding sheet being all that is left me yet have I a moneths mind to be greater or richer or more eminent in the eye of the World as if I could dispense with age or make a truce with death Thus am I encountred with new temptations Night and day am I beleagred nor can I find any rest so fierce and furious is this Combatant my Flesh O how justly then may I complaine of this my houshold enemy And how may I escape her subtilty It is her Delicacy that has undone me for by pamphering her have I famished my selfe I tooke pitty of her weaknesse and I cherish'd her and behold now I am abused by her Shee has wounded mee with her eye no with both her eyes has shee surpriz'd mee For with her right eye she shew'd me prosperity and by inclining to her caused me to commit idolatry And with her left eye shee darted adversity at mee and so made me murmure against him that made me O how I feele my selfe now failing and falling to earth yet how are my thoughts so glued to earth as if they had no other place to thinke on O my God from the depth of thy mercy looke upon the depth of my misery thou knowest my necessity let me not become a prey to mine enemy Sweet Iesu thou hast taught my fingers to fight give mee the mastery in this combat with my flesh CHAP. 6. What assaults he suffer'd by the Divell both in company and privacy O Thou envious one was it not sufficient for thee to lose thy selfe by thy Pride but like a cruell cunning Nimrod haunt day and night after innocent blood Thou art for ever lost and thou wouldst have my poore soule in the same state And to bring thy purpose about thou hast practised with people of my owne family to betray my Fort unto the Enemy Thou hast winnowed me and as thou found mee affected thou wrought upon me Thou had baites in store for every soule to take him napping in his Darling sinne If thou foundst him labor of that birth wherein thou perished thou couldst suggest to him thoughts of his owne abilities bring him to a disdaine of others Tell him the State did not take sufficient notice of his worth Advise him to hold an higher opinion of himselfe and by contemning others to raise his owne estimate But whereto ayme all these trains to undoe him for being fed with these conceits he begins to aspire to places of honour wherein being crossed of his hopes he fals into discontent which clozeth the unhappy Scene of his life in misery and contempt Or deprived of what hee once enjoyed and to an unexpected thraldome confined with the heavy memory of his former felicity and present misery hee either lives desperately encountred with those affrighting thoughts of danger or takes his leave at once both of life and honour Againe if thou foundst him Covetous thou hadst Achans wedge and Gehaza's treasure in readinesse for him Hee shall have his desires and a Leprosie to boot If riotous the Rich-mans table could not bee better furnished

Countenance piety became hindered by the eyes chastity became harmed O my deare Saviour looke upon mee who have lost my selfe by looking and longing after what was unlawfull for me O though I be not worthy by lifting up mine eyes to Heaven to pray unto thee yet am I not unworthy by blinding mine eyes with teares to weepe before thee O doe not turne away thine eyes from mee I am wholly lost if thou despise mee but I shall renue as the feathers of an Eagle if thou vouchsafe but to looke upon mee O may my delight be in thy Law my Object thy Crosse my conscience my feast Righteousnesse my Crown CHAP. 58. Hearing VVOuld any one thinke that man the noblest of Gods creatures nay to whom hee has given dominion over all his creatures man I say endued with a reasonable soule should make that sense which was given him for edification the instrument of his perdition And yet behold the Man with a sense accompanying and corrupting Man Faith commeth by Hearing And yet how have I broken my faith by Hearing I had sometimes vowed though not my selfe yet by such as undertooke for mee that I would forsake the Devill and his Workes with the pomps and vanities of the flesh but where was my performance Have I not defamed my Neighbour or heard him defamed And what have I answered for him nay have I not delighted in hearing him defamed or inlarged his disgrace with some new reproach Have I enter'd Gods Temple the House of the most High with a sanctified eare Nay have I not come thither rather to traduce then usefully heare Have I not laboured to catch at this doctrine Or admit I came there with an Heart prepared for devotion and with an eare ready to receive instruction did not the Eye practise with the Heart to surprize the Eare and by that meanes decline it from doing what it intended by giving eare to that which might distract it Nay let mee come a little nearer thee thou loose dissolute and unprepared Eare. Hast thou heard so much as a Psalme in the Church without distraction Did not those sweet ayres of spirituall devotion so farre transport thee that thou gavest better eare to the note how sweetly it was sung then to the end for which it was sung Didst not take more delight in the voyce then the matter and by that meanes in the eare of thy Maker become an unfitting Quirister Didst thou not by breaking a Note to please thy fancy conceive more content in the melody of the voyce then purity of the heart Nay didst not preferre the very measure or composure of it before his honour for which it was penned nay has not God spake unto thee in a Psalme and thou unto him yet didst thou consider whose Psalme it was or for whom it was when thou didst sing it to him Againe shall wee leave the Church and goe into the world Tell mee O tell mee how didst thou there employ thine hearing Didst not take infinite delight in a filthy song Did not a wanton light tune bring thee to thinke of thy light Mistresse or did it not suggest to thee some loose thoughts provoking fancy or some other heavy melancholly thoughts egging thee on to some desperate act of revenge or fury O yes Thus didst thou employ it and thus didst thou perish by it How then should'st thou come to bee instructed having beene by thy best instructing sense thus wofully distracted By thee my blessed Master doe I hope to be instructed that the follies of my youth may bee at last reformed O sanctifie the Eare of mine heart that I may turne it away from vanity turne it wholly unto piety O let mee bee no such Hearer as is the deafe Adder which stoppeth her eares charme the Charmer never so wisely O let me be none of those who will not heare because they would not understand nor of those who heare but will not understand nor of those who heare but will not observe what they both heare and understand but give mee an humble Eare to heare and a conceiving heart to understand what I heare that hearing humbly understanding fully and practising faithfully I may sing alleluia to thee in the Kingdome of glory CHAP. 59. Smell MVst that fresh and fragrant Garden of all divine graces with all those precious odours of Christian vertues and holy duties be abandoned those saintly examples of devout and religious men bee neglected and instead of these must those hatefull weeds of vices be cherished which were they disposed of as they deserve are for no other use then to be throwne over the wall of Gods Seed-plot or to be burned Must that inclosed Garden I say embrodered and beautified with all spirituall flowers be plowed up by wild beasts of the Forest Must those red Roses of charity those white Lillies of chastity those sweet violets of humility lose their beauty Have those constant Martyrs chaste Virgins and humble Confessors deserved no reverence nor imitation from thee Must their memory sleepe in the dust and have no followers after death O consider how all these deceiving pleasures of this world are but like Beane-flowers when you are farre from them they smell sweet unto you but when you draw neare them they distaste you The pleasures of sinne ever cloze with an heavie surfet But returne unto thy selfe and see how thou hast employed this sense It is but a little one and yet it has an Office to attend which neglected it must bee accountable and receive due punishment Come then and tell mee what thou hast done Hast thou followed thy sweet Saviour in the smell of his sweet oyntments Hast thou followed him though a farre off to his Crosse Hast thou sought to bee embalmed with his odours Hast thou lived as hee prescribed or loved that which he professed O no thou in the Garden slept while hee prayed Thou in the Hall stood warming thy selfe while hee was condemned thou scarcely durst approach the Mount where hee suffered and was this to follow him in the smell of his sweet oyntments and in his sufferings to be comforted His blessed life was as a bundle of myrrhe the whole course of his conversation a spirituall confection Every action our instruction And how were thy feet prepared to follow him O slowly too too slowly Thou hadst either a Father to bury or a Wife to marry or a yoake of oxen to try or a Farme to buy Some excuse or other must be pretended long may his Feast bee prepared and often maist thou bee invited before thou be ready to come unto it and when thou commest twenty to one thou art excluded because thou hast not on thy wedding garment without which never looke to bee entertained O but tell mee what was it that first hindered thee to follow the savour of his sweet oyntments who so truly lov'd thee as hee gave himselfe up unto death to save thee O it was the smel of worldly