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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

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

more leasure with more pleasure may Deceive of life bereave and beareaway Iust so will I most nimbly play my part Now here now there I up and downe will start Sometime a lambe sometime a lyon stout Sometime thick-darknesse then I 'll light bring out And so to severall times conditions places I 'll put on most fit various tempting-faces For to deceived men mourning I 'll be sad To cheat the cheerfull I 'll be merry-mad To gull the godly if so be I might I 'll be transform'd ' nto an Angel bright To sting the strong I 'll seeme a lambe most milde To murther meeke-ones ravening wolfe most wilde Yea oft I openly rage lyon-like Oft with the dragon secretly I strike By these means though somtimes a strong knit band May our temptations happily withstand Yet ther 's no doubt but at the last we shall Vpon an happie hoped issue fall For no man alwayes lives so cautelous But may sometime ensnared be by us So he upon thy pleasing baits do rest And my most various pills do well digest For why much difference must be in th' essayes To crosse the craft of all my cheating wayes To beare the frequent yea continuall blows Of him whose subtill nature plainly shows His genuine-cunning and sly policie Got by hid malice and antiquitie For since the time that I from heaven fell I fell a vexing those whom God loves well Even his deare sonnes And never yet did cease My hatred 'gainst that creature to encrease Till I had utterly undone destroy'd His precious soule with me to be annoy'd That creatures soule I say which God did make His master-piece and image blest to take That he might also at the last possesse That heavenly glory matchlesse blessednesse Which I through mine owne pride most justly lost And ever since hath me most dearely cost Fl. O how most plainly hast thou shown thy selfe To be the devill indeed a damned-else But all thy snares and gins are laid in vaine So long as I do none of thine remaine Whom onely thou dost greedily affect Whom wholly thou wouldst impiously infect For whom indeed can all thy snares allure If he relying on my counsell sure Refuse thy cheating counsell to obay T is mine-owne simple softnesse that makes way For all thy jugling tricks I say t is I That fit Voluptuous-lust for Venerie The Avaritious for accursed gaine Th' Ambitious for his swelling loftie-straine The Envious for his most malitious heart The Wrathfull how to act his raging-part The Gluttonous for his lust-breeding-cates The Slothfull who for sleepe and slumber waits Then what needs all thy supersilious boast Thou canst but tempt and try and move at most For then if I resist refuse withstand Thou dost but cast thy seed upon the sand They then which truly are discreet and wise And herein I ingenuously agnize I speake against my selfe O let them ever Curb my indulgent nature nuzle it never O let them alwayes use all rigidnesse 'Gainst me their Flesh which work mine own distresse Let them delight to exercise on me What ere may crosse me most most irksome be But as for pleasing-things which me affect O let them quickly wholly them reject Which wholesome counsell if they timely take They shall not onely thy hopes frustrate make And put thee their arch-enemie to flight But having with victorious sweet delight Finisht the battell got the conquest brave At last a Crowne of glory they shall have Di. Thou filthy queane why dost thou thy selfe show Our most nefarious most perniciou● foe Fle. Because that He alone tha me created Thus to Himselfe by grace me regulated When to my lust I full allowance gave I was thy servant and thy wretched slave But once recal'd and freed from that estate By holy abstinence made moderate I learn'd my God whom best I ought to serue From thee whom first I followed thus to swerne Di. And what wilt thou my World forsake me too Wo. I must forsake thee what else shall I do For if the Flesh forsake me what am I On whom my state hath its dependancie Di. Nay do not so rather our darts let 's cast And force her to our beck and check at last Fl. He which may forced be knows not to dye But I have learn't t' embrace Death readily And dye I will to sinne thee to destroy And bid farewell to th' world and worldly-joy Wo. If thou bid me fare-well I ill shall grow Forsake not me for I with thee will go Di. Then farewell both for Hell 's my onely due Thither I go from whence I came to you Meane-while let all know this that boldly sinne And grieve not at it they have hell within A hellish-conscience lodging in their brest And I have slaves and whips the same t'infest An end of the second Dialogue The Third DIALOGUE Betweene Man and his Conscience The Argument of the third Dialogue Man and his Conscience altercate About the Soules and Bodies state Man here complaines of much unrest That Conscience does him sore molest Conscience as much of Man complains That his ill-doings her constraines To testifie against him still 'Cause he resists his Makers will Where by the way Conscience displayes Sweet rules for ordering all his wayes And to them both true peace to winne Finding the cause of all in Sinne. Man VVHy O my Conscience dost thou so perplex me Why dost thou so much gripe and grinde and vex me Wilt thou mine inmate whom I entertaine Tell tales of me and 'gainst me thus complaine Con. The charge which I receiv'd to keep in trust Alive I looke to Dead returne I must Ma. Alas poore conscience if I ruin'd be I prethee what will then become of thee Con. How-ere thou fare I 'll beare thee company And the same smart we 'll suffer mutually Alive or dead I will thee not forsake If thou live well thou wilt me happie make If thou live ill I shall both figh and groane And all my griefes and wrongs I will make knowne For or against thee I must witnesse beare A thousand armies hence cannot me feare And this I know that though Revenge come late Yet t is most sure and layes-on heavy waight Ma. Wretch that I am I then am quite undone What shall I do O whither shall I run Con. Run what to hide thee Ah there 's no place left I am of all retyring-holes bereft Though thou couldst creepe into earths intrals low Earth no safe shelter could on thee bestow If thou more swift than Easterne-winde couldst flie Thou couldst not scape my fierce velocity As swift as thought I th' ayre can penetrate And nothing can my course procrastinate But I would follow yea pursue thee so That I would still in thine owne footsteps go Then say not thou there 's none can me espie None can me heare fast shut is eare and eye Who can me view since darknesse me doth hide Since strong stone-wals close me on every side Since none can

see me whom I need to feare Tus● God my faults does not in mem'ry beare Vaine most profane are all such thoughts as these Shall not the eyes-creator see with ease And shall not he that made the eare soone heare Or He that plants the heart know all things cleare All things to his Omniscience naked are Fly from the field to th' towne with frighted care Out of the street into thy house make haste Thence though thou be in thy bed-chamber plac'd Yet know that I by thy Creators will Within thee rest and am thy witnesse still Whom if thou with an evill-eye behold To use those words to me thou wilt be bold Of Ahab to Elias impiously What hast thou found me O mine enemie And I most readily shall answer thee I have thee found and must against thee be 'Cause thou hast sold thy selfe to worke what 's i●● Before the Lord which does thy guilt fulfill Behold therefore I now against thee rise And bring upon thee purchas'd miseries Ma. Alas I then perceive our foule offences Are most unsafe though daub'd with faire pretences Con. What though they could be safe in their commission If yet they bring thee to unsure condition Or what good comes to sinners by being hid If guilt to hope so long does them forbid Ma. Enforme me then good Conscience how I may Make thee my gladsome witnesse in me stay Con. The best and briefest counsell I can give Is thee t' advise a holy-life to live A life inculpable of crying-crimes Vnspotted with the evils of the times A life declaring power of godlinesse A life that heavenly graces doth expresse By dying to all lusts and foule desires By doing all good-deeds that love requires By giving freely what to each belongs Forgiving friendly all received wrongs Not coveting what is anothers right To do as thou'dst be done by with delight By shunning that which makes the soule to dye Chusing what makes it live eternally Ma. These are hard tasks and bitter lessons sure And such as flesh and bloud cannot endure Con. O but it will be farre more harsh and hard T' endure the worme of Conscience and be barr'd And shut out from the Beatifick-sight Of Gods all-cheering face and beauty bright Which paine of losse doth doubtlesse farre excell All other the most horrid paines of hell Namely to be both torne and tortur'd there To be distracted and distrest with feare Where neither the tormentors tyred be Nor those tormented ever death can see Ma. Alas that Death 's most dire and tart indeed Ah shew me how I may from it be freed Con. The onely-way is to the world to dye Before thy soule out of this world doth flye Ma. What must this spacious specious Aedifice Adorn'd with rarities of precious price Full of so many various curious pleasures The onely magazine of so much treasures Must this I say be vilipended so Must I this world so rare so faire forgo Con. Vndoubtedly if thou in these delight With deadly danger they thy soule will smite For look how much the flesh this world affects And the false-seeming-sweets thereof respects So much the more the soule will be perplext And with the fire of hell be plagu'd and vext On th' other side How much the flesh is tam'd So much the soule with heavenly hope is flam'd Ma. But yet we see all men do still desire The present-state t is this they most require Con. But yet I know t is far the worst condition T' enjoy things-present in a full fruition But therewithall to be quite stript and bare Of future-comforts to have part or share O t is most sweet onely the world to use But God alone t' enjoy and chiefe to chuse Thou hast not in this world a fixed station Nor here must ever have thy habitation Who then can sing his Song in a strange-land Who would build Castles on the sinking-sand Alas we here our selves should so behave That when the wormes did eate our corps in grave Our soules in heaven triumphantly might sing With quires of Saints and Angels to heav'ns King Thither our spirit ever should ascend Whither we do propound our journies-end Thither we should make speedy haste yea flie Where we shall ever live and nere-more die Dost thou pure gold nere to be spent desire Eternall-life which never ends require The land of Havilah in Paradise Hath in it store of gold of precious price T is Earth thou bear'st that thou must leave behinde T is earth thou tear'st that thou must nere-more mind But t is a land thou seek'st and would'st receive That is the land which thou shalt never leave Men rather are Gods Stewards than Treasurers Riches therefore upon them He conferres What then we reape we piously should sowe And liberally and lovingly bestow That this true faith and due obedience Might be repayd with heav'nly recompence The things we give are small and not our owne Those we shall have are great and from Gods throne M●n whose affections are celestiall Are justly stil'd Angels terrestriall And no man shall hereafter God possesse In whom God dwels not here by holinesse If Sathan Prince of earth hath thy least part God King of heav'n will not dwell in thy heart The spirit of evill then cast out disdaine That so thou mayst Gods Spirit entertaine Remember whence thou cam'st thine offspring base And this will make thee blush and hide thy face Consider where thou art and sigh for wo And quake to thinke whither thou once must go Ma. All are I know made of one Potters clay And must resolve into the same one day Con. Then every man being mould must into earth Moulder away whence first he took his birth Ma. Nothing 's more true Con. And Flesh is but a froth Cloth'd with fraile beauty a meere menstruous cloth Man T is even so I can it not denie Con. Why then dost thou so fat and beautifie That Flesh of thine which after a short while Must be devour'd in grave by wormes most vile But as for thy poore soule thou let'st it pine Nor dost with good works make it faire and fine Which thus to God and 's Angels thou shouldst show Thou dost not sure the price of thy soule know Man Yes very well Con. I feare the contrarie For else thou wouldst not it so vilifie Know this O Man know this I say to thee The losse of one soule greater losse to be Than of a thousand bodies for t is plaine Bodies may be reviv'd that have bin slaine But O the soule which once by sinne is dead Can never be to life recovered But by a miracle Christs bloud apply'd Which cannot be where it is still deny'd O then behold and blush to see thy sloth Or rather sinfull sottishnesse or both In thus preferring barke before the tree Shels 'fore the kernels flesh 'fore the soule in me Not onely blush at this but sigh and groane Whiles thou considerest how th' art left alone Here in