at your pleasure Ahab Then I have sued in vain and you but triâ—le with your Prince consider who demanded it and mourn for your rash refusal Na. Ha 1the King has left me and in such a rage as does presage no less than ruine to poor Naboth yet let the angry Monarch use me as he please I 'll never yield to part with my Inheritance Conclusion In an ill time Naboth denys the King Who grieves till Jezabel does comfort bring And plots the ruine of the Israelite Whâ—'s ston'd to death but what got Ahab by 't 'T is true he has the Vineyard but 's soon slain As is his Son his Wife and all his Train A Dialogue between Jehu and Jezabel The Argument King Joram and King Ahazia slain To Jezreel goes Jehu with his Train Where Jezabel rebukes him but cast down Is slain and by the Horses trampled on Iez Stay haughty Rebel stay thy rapid wheels pollute not Jezreel with thy Bazlick breath A Queen commandeth thee to retire J. O! art thou found in all thy dazling Pomp and Gallantry thou baneful mischief of the world worst of things whose Whoredoms and prodigious Witchcraftâ— have caused Jacobs Seed so long to mourn under the Scourge of Heaven and polluted all the Land with blood of Innocents Iez Ha Inglorious Traytor darest thou this to me am not I still a Queen A Queen whose nodd Whilst Ahabs power remain'd made Princes startle and whose Frowns and Smiles were sure presages of Life or of Death then know your distance and be dumb J. Yes witness the consecrated Priests that fell â— Sacrifice to your revenge Witness the blood of Naboth â—nd the many mischiefs more the wicked Iezabel haâ— done causing not only Ahabs fall but Jorams and unthinking Ahazia's Fates Iez How Is Ioram slain as it was reported by your cruel hand consider well Had Zimri peace who slew his Master no fierce vengeance followeâ—â—lose nor shall the bold aspiring Iehu escape liâ—â— mischief but o're taken by the stratagems of an inraged Queen new Tortures and unheard of Torments shall overthrow his pride and then too late you 'll know the keenest vengeance of a Queen provoked like Ahabs wife Jeh In vain are all your threats your power 's too short to execute your will this moment ends your malice with your life that so the Prophets words may be fullfill'd Slaves who waits there Ha A Troop of Eunuchs Yes yes fit panders for a lustful Queen Come throw your gawdy Mistriss down that so much pride in falling may be made the fluttering sport of Winds Iez Ha ha ha can you imagine Tyrant that those who live but by my Smiles dare use their Queen at such a rate Their Queen on whom their Lives and Fortunes Centre Jeh Dare yes He dies that dare gainsay or once delay what I command Slaves obey or Tortures shall force out your wretched lives He that a moment longer trifles with my pleasure shall not live to see the falling Sun Iez How Slaves stand off unhand me Villains Dare you thus approach your Queen Vile wretches Monsters damn'd ingrateful Monsters Are you turn'd Traytors too Ah Ah I fall whilst all my Pride and Glory is dasht in death O World instable world for ever now adieu Jeh So 't is as I wish'd I knew the fawning slaves durst not refuse compliance There let the Pride and Bane of Israel lie trampled till I take possession of the Kingdom and extinguish Ahabs house Conclusion The wicked Queen with lofty falling's slain Nor weltring in her blood does long remain E're Dogs devour her next her house does feel The dreadful fury of revenging Steel And Baals accursed Priest the Swords devour Whilst Jehu as God bid does use his pow'r A Dialogical Discourse between Isaiah and Hezekiah relating to the fifteen Additional Years The Argument The Syrians by the wastful Angel slain Jerusalem is freed but then again Good Hezekiah sickens and is bid To order all things as a man but dead Yet prayers and tears prevail for whilst he prays God fifteen years does add unto his days Hez HOw set my House in order why must death with his cold hand make Iudah Kingless whilâ—t in Tears the Widdow Nation drowns and the calm Air is tormented with her sighs Isa. 'T is the Decree of him that gave you life and has preserved you to this day by him I am commissioned to relate the doleful message and command you to prepare for immortality Hez Dye O terrible the very thoughts of Death affright me more than the Convulsions of expiring life can pain O! Can it be that he who ruled the chosen Seed whose hand so long has held a golden Scepter and every where received the loud applauses of the glad Plebeans must in the prime of strength and glory have his luster shroâ—ded in a Grave and there be made the sport and food of crawling Worms Isa. Consider Sir that you was born to dye and that stern death claims as his due the lives of Adams Sons as forfeited by our great Parent and subjected to his power nor can the glittering vanities in whom frail men too often put their confidence keep back his shaft a moment when his Commission is to seize their breath therefore let not the King delay to set his house in order Hez O fatal sound but stay good Prophet stay is there no mercy for your King must must his rising Sun so soon endure a black Eclipse his life so soon set in the gloomy Grave O for a longer course of days that I might live if but to tell of all the wonders God has done for wretched me O with what adoration wou'd I bend before the footstool of his mercy-seat would he be but intreated for my life Isa. Vrge it nâ— more Deaths Harbinger I am nor will the ghastly Terror long delay the execution therefore be wise O King and do as I have bid before it be too late before the King of Judah be no more Hez Alas Alas The strong Disease by preying on the vital powers has weakned me to that degree that now I am unfit to take recognisance of worldly things I know not what my Treasures are nor how to call my Fields and Vineyards by their proper names nor can I tell the number of my Servants nor whom I design the Scepter of Ierusalem I have put off too long these matters and now through fear and sickness am quite uncapable of stating 'em but could I live I 'de be no more so negligent Isa. Your hopes of life I fear are vain therefore consider well what I have said and think them not my words but his on whom the breath of life depends and so great King in Tears I take my leave Hez O stay thou sacred Prophet stay if but to close the wretched eyes of an expiring Monarch Hah will not the man of God vouchsafe to see his King put off his Scepter Crown and Robes of Majesty to be
must render all the duties of â— Father to so amiable a Son before he was to be hiâ— Executioner and he must needs hear almost everâ— moment the voice of Isaack calling him Father whâ— went to mâ—rther him My God! What Preludes of death What preparâ—â—tion to a Martyrdom what Dialogue of Passions Whâ—â— affections what dissimulations what sorrows whâ—â— pleasures what hopes and what despairs A Fatâ—eâ— a Son a Priest a Victim Wood Fire a Sworâ— Iâ—aacks Eyes and Heart are fixed on his Father aâ—â— Abraham lost not the sight of Isaack but to behold bâ— God At every step this poor old Man sends a sigh 〈◊〉 Heaven to evaporate grief which being shut up redoâ—â—blâ—s the morâ— Surely my Heart even bleeds upon the baâ—â— thought of this pittifull object Alas How couâ—â— Abâ—aham look on the criminal Sword which was 〈◊〉 give the stroâ—k Where did he carry this â—nstrâ—â—ment of Gods Justiâ—e Me thinks I hear Isaack every step saying My Father and Abrahâ—â— aâ—â—swering Son take courage let us go my deâ—â— Child we draw near to Moria O God! what vision and what approaches Mountain of Moria hast thou no compassion will not thy Tops thy Rocks and thy Stones mollifie rigours at the fight of â—o tragick an act and which â—eems so unnaturall Mountain of Moria become thou a plain rather than put this poor old Man and this young Child to the trouble of ascending thy Top where they are going to erect an Altar and hew a Tomb. But what Nature cannot be sensible when her God deprives her of feeling and Moria must not have greater tenderneâ—â—es than the Heart of Abraham Let Abraham then perform resolutely the Office of God the Father and lâ—t not Isaack be ashamed with his own Blood to mark out the way unto Iesus of whom he was an Image and Figure Let Abraham take his Sword to strike off Isaacks Head and let Isaack take the Wood on his Shoulders which was provided to consume him A Dialogue between Abraham and Isaack The Argument Abraham long strugling with himself at lâ—st His bound dear Isaack on the Altar plac'd Acquaints him with Gods pleasure nor denies The Lad to be a williâ—â— Sacrifice But the dreaâ— stroak is by an Angel stai'd When in his stead a Rain's an Offering made Abraham In Isaack must my Seed be called and yet here must he die strange thoughts perplex me yet I must oâ—ey the will of him that gave me Being and with relenâ—less hand destroy the Son of my desire but God will have it so and 't is not â—or â—rail man to dispute his great Commands Isaack What means my Father by thus talking to himself O how his Countenance dos often change What cause can cause this mighty strugling in the Breast of Abraham Father dear Father speak say what 's the reason of this suddain Alteration Where is the Sacrifice You told me God would provide himself is it through disappointment that you grieve Nay Sir why turn you from me as displeased with him you often call'd your joy with him you use to dandle on your Lap and seem well pleased delighting in his Innocent discourse smiling at the pritty pastime and informing him that Kings and Princes should arise in his posâ—â—rity Abra. O me What shall I do Heav'ns high command on one hand urgesâ— and on the other Nature pleads telling me Isaack is my Son my unoffending Child mâ— Ages Sole delight in whom alone I promised my self such store of true felicitie Isaack Nay Father Father speak to me and tell me what 't is gâ—ieves you thus What makes these Winter Clouds sit on your Brow Why that Mâ—p of Sorrow in your Face Abra. O my Child it is a dreadfull cause thou the Sole comfort of my Age must here be made a Sacrifice my dear dear much loved Isaack must become the sport of Crackling Flames and have his Ashes scattered in the Wâ—nâ— Isaack How must I die O me what have I done Tell me tell me dear Father have I conspired your Death betrayed you to your Enemies or with vile Slander spotted your Immortal Fame Will you not speak Why do's my Father thus severely turn away his Eyes and with a fatall Knife threaten the Life of his poor helpless Son O tell me tell me but my Crime that I may die contented Abra. Alas there is no Crime in thee my Son 'T is Gods command that urges what I here intend the Great â—mmense Creator of the World desires thee as a sweet â—melling Savour to his Nostrils that he free thee from â—he miseries to come and take thee to himself Isaack And is it Gods decree that I must bleed Then welcome Death O Father fear not then to â—ake my Life contentedly I 'll Bleed to be with him â—hat gave me being Abra. O wretched Father that I am I now must do a deed at which the World will blush and all those â—remble who see no farther than â—rail Natures Eyes â—ermit but as for me the Eye of Faith gives me a prospect of much Glory in 't and that Gods promise that in Isaack shall my Seed be called will never fail for though my Son expire now by my Hand yet God can â—aise him soon to Life again and Recollect his scatter'd dust though driven into eâ—ery Wind. Isaack Why does great Abraham pause thus Strike Strike my Father see my willing Throat 's prepared to meet the stroak Heavens Anger will kindle at this cold delay and Burn like a Consuming â—ire Abra. O Man me Faith whilst thus with averted Eyes I strike the fatall stroak that penetrates my heart mean while that wretched Isaack Bleeds and wounds my Soul more deep than this dâ—structive Steel câ—n pierce Yet God the mighty God of Abraham must must be statisfied in Isaacks death and thus I prove my Faith Ah! why faulters my trembling hand What whirlwind's this that thus disturbs the Air What Cloud involving dazling brightness is it that descends What power invisible restrains me from pâ—rforming that which Heavens all glorious King Commands Angel Abraham Abraham Abra. How 's this A voice in Thunder too O dreadfull what amazment seizes me and yet I 'll Answer it Lord here am I thy Trembling Servant speaks Angel Abraham Abraham lay not thy Hand upon the Lad neither do thou any thing unto him for now I know that thou fearest God seeing thou hast not withheld thy only Son from him Abra. O Wonderfull O Goodness all Divine God mighty infinite Omnipotent and ever with sincerâ—st hearts to be Adored How How shall I express my self in praising as I ought a Majesty Tremendious that still beams his Loving Kindness on unworthy me See see my Son thy Life is safe Heaven will not let thee die Isaack Heaven's will be done If the Allmighty the All-glorious King command my â—reath without a murmur I 'll resign what his Bounty lent me to Improve for him Abra. 'T is well resolved my Son but see a Sacrifice prepared who in thy
had been given him and the artifices he had used to bring them to a Head and to understand whether it were the will of God that Rebecca should be Isaacks Wife Eliezer could not doubt it and Rebecca but too much testified by her silence that her desires consented thereunto Bathuel and Laban were also of this opinion and therefore they were to dispose themselves to the commands of God The promise then of Marriage being given on both sides Eliezer made presents to Rebecca and her Brethren after this there was nothing but Feasts and adieus to the Kindred of this new promise briefly some Dayes must be spent in rendring those duties which Honour and Nature required At last Rebecca took leave of her Mother and Brethren she with Eliezer and his Servants got up upon Camels and they advanced with the best diligence they could to arrive at Aâ—rahams House Isaack who was allwayes in expeâ—tation first received the news of Rebecca's arrival I leave to your thoughts what Ioy what Kisses and what Embraces However it were Rebecca is brought into the same apartment which Sara had wâ—ile she lived and immediately the Marriage of Isaack with Rebecca was accomplished according to the Ordinances of Heaven and the desires of Abraham who after this Marriage took a Wife called Ketura by whom he had six Children who served to carry their Fathers Name and Blood through numerous Generations But here by the way we may suppose Isaack to Salute Rebecca upon her first Arrival after the following manner viz. A Dialogue between Isaack and Rebecca upon their first meeting Isaack Welcome welcome to my happy Arms so made by this Embrace my joy my life my love my better part how Gracious is the God of Abraham in sending Isaack such a treasure Rebecca Alas my Lord you make me blush to see you transported at this rate for one not worthy of Great Abrahams Son some Queen with Kingdoms to her dowâ— had been more suitable than I. Isa. Not all the Queens the Eastern Countries yield cou'd have been half so welcome to my Arms as my dear joy my much loved and much admired Rebecca O thou Phaenix of the World let not so mean a thought enter thy Breast as to conceive thine Isaack can esteâ—m the Glittering honours black Ambition brings or all the Glories that attend on pompeous Majesty comparable to the warm joys of Love that fire his Heart when his Rebecca smiles Reb. Alas Alas I blush to death if you proceed at this rate all I can afford you indeed is Love and that shall ne're be wanting my Arms shall still be open to receive you and my Brest sâ—are your Cares to do your will next his that made us shall be the height of my Endeavours never dareing to dispute what you my Lord Command Isa. This Humility makes thee more lovely in my Eye than beauteous Morn or Earth when decked with her ImbroideredLivery Innameld with ten-thousand different Fragrancys Reb. O you value me at too high a rate and I must make it the future business of my self to deserve such an Esteem Isa. Esteem Why words can ne're express the boundless love my Soul conceives thy Name was pleasant and transporting to my Ravished Ear e're I beheld thy pleasant Face adorned with so much dazling brightness that I scarce conceive my self on Earth So soft so kind so charming and so beauteous a Treasure Sceptered Monarchs would be proud to gain and count themselves in the possessions happyer than to command the Knees of supple Nations when their wastfull Sword had brought the World into subjection Reb. O you overvalue me at such a rate that you 'l make me more indebted to your tender Love than all the Service of my life can pay Isa. My Tongue cannot express thy worth nor tell the Limmits of my Love No more then but le ts to our Bridal Chamber that my Actions may supply my Tongues defect and there transported on thy dear Bosome in soft Murmurs breath my passion forth till thy bless'd Womb grows pregnant with the Issue of our Loves and thou become the soft kind Mother of a hundred Princes Reb. My Lord I 'm all obedience what your will 's my Law as now intirely yours to be disposed of at your pleasure Isa. Then thus we go a Heaven united pair To Reap the joys that past expressions are From our chast Loves let all a pattern take Which must the Sons of Men thrice happy make And be a means to lift their Soulâ— above The World where all is Joy and sacred Love But to proceed amongst all the Children of Abraham Isaack is the Master of the House and Heir to all the possessions of Abraham I leave men to think as they please in what Ocean of delights Abrahams Heart did Swim seeing all the Graces wherewith God had filled him I am astonished why he dyed not a thousand times for Joy at the sight of Isaack and his dear Wife who had no affections but for God for him and for the generall good of his family But Abraham must render unto Nature the ordinary tribute due unto her This happy old Man this Father of all the faithfull this King of Nations this incompareable Patriark having lived like a Pilgrim upon Earth was obliged at lâ—st to arrive at the Haven and to die in the Arms of Isaack and Ishmael who buried him in the saâ—e place where his Wife was intered When Natures health in Abraham was spent Death doth distraine his Life for Adams rent His Sons do leave their Fathers Corps in Grave Vnder an Oak where stands a double Cave CHAP. XXI Giveing an account of the Birth of Jacob and Esau. AT the earnest request of Isaack Heaven was obliged to grant that at last which a long time before God had promised him and in conclusion therefore behold Rebecca great with Child and ready to lye down But as the pleasures of the World are not durable so she quickly feels the approaches of her labour They are no other than pains and throws and her Womb seemed to be a thick Cloud of Thunders and a Field of Battle in which two little Children begin an intestine War against each other which cannot end but by the Destruction of the Mother or the death of her Children However it were she consulted God and God answered her that she bore too Nations in her Womb and that two People should issue forth of her Bowels one of which should Triumph over the other and the Elder be slave unto the Younger And Iacob though the Younger supplanted Esau who was his Elder Brother For this reason Iacob received his name for as his Elder Brother was stiled Esau because his whole Body was covered with rough Hair so Iacob was called Iacob because at the issuing sorth of his Mothers Womb he hâ—ld Esau by the soal of his Foot to testify that he would supplant him Is not this an early beginning to War with each other since
us you are Like us who vow with you perpetual War Adon. Spare spare me I repent my wicked deeds â—y Rage is lost my Heart now melts and bleeds â—our want of power this feign'd repentance breeds King No we 'll pursue you through the Gloomy Coasts â—nd tell your Story to the well pleas'd Ghosts â—ho laughing loud shall joyn with us in Mirth â—o plague you as you plagued us on Earth Adon. O wretched me how woful is my case â—ho find in Life nor Death no resting place 〈◊〉 Earth I was to Iacob's Sons betray'd â—nd here the Scorn of once my Slaves I 'm made â—herefore by me let Tyrants warning take â—â—st they are scorn'd by those their scorn they make A Dialogue between Jael and Sisera The Argument Sisera routed flys to Jael's Tent And 's Introduced with a Complement But sleeping a sharp Nail his Temples wound Till he his Death in that low Lodging found â—â—el Ha who is this that thus with hasty steps makes to my poor Abode If I miâ—â— not it is the Warriour that has troubled Israeâ— yes yes 't is Sisera Speak speak my Lord why come you thus alone where where are all the mighty Captains that were wont to wait upon you marking your Frowns and Smiles as sure portents of Life and Death the Signals of the Nations Peace or dire Calamity Sisera Alass Alass The God of Iacob has prevailed and they 're no more the Battel has devoured them and their slaughter'd Carcasses ly scattered on the Plains of Israel I. How is the mighty Jabins Army overthrown Sisera It is and still the danger is too near to admit of time to tell the dreadful ruine for the well flesh'd Foe besmear'd with blood and slaughter hastily pursue O had you seen the fearful havock Barak's Sword has made how wheeling with a swift reverse it mowed down Ranks of men You wou'd have trembled Iael My Lord I tremble at the thoughts of his wide wasting fury but see the Enemies upon the Mountain-tops Sisera 'T is true With speedy steps they hitherward advance Now now My life is in your hands secure me from their fury by denyal and stay my thirst with water and I 'll largely recompence your care Iael Doubt not my Lord of safety in my Tent Here here Drink drink thou mighty Man of War drink what my homely Tent affords Sisera 'T is Nectar most delicious and has much refreshed my weary Soul But I 'll repose and leave my safety to your conduct Iael This covering my Lord Ha whaâ— a suddain drowsiness has seized the Man of blood Why can it be that he can securely snore when Death is hovering round him Now now 's the time to be revenged for all the slaughter he haâ— caus'd for all the Widdows and sad Orphaâ—â— tears burnt Towns deflowred Virgins ravish'â— Matrons and the bleeding Wombs whence gasping Infants by rude hands were torn Heaven prompt my Zeal to act the Tragedy This sharp Instrument well fits my purpose and now to free my Country from his future rage Thus thus I seal his Eye-lids with eternal slumber The deed is done convulsive Death now triumphs over him whose breath has doom'd so many thousands to the Grave unfear'd he lyes whose name was wont to make the Sons of Iaâ—ob tremble and at whose approach the well fenced Towns were slighted whilst for safety the Amazed Inhabitants lurked in the Caves and solitary Wildernesses Conclusion The mighty Sisera slain glad Jael meets The conquering Captain and his death relates Which joyes the Israelites and makes them sing For their deliverance to the Eternal King Who grants them Peace and Plenty many dayes And chears them with the brightness of His rayes Ruth 1. Verse 16 17. And Ruth answered intreat me not to leave thee â—or to depart from thee for whether thou goest I will go â—nd where thou dwellest there will I dwell thy People â—all be my People and thy God my God Verse 17. â—here thou dyest will I dye and there I will be buried â—e Lord do so to me and more also if ought but death â—aâ— thee and me Here we have the resolution of Ruth portray'd 〈◊〉 lively colours so that if we consider her Sex 〈◊〉 Woman her Nation a Moabite we may boldly â—â—onounce of her what our Saviour did of the Cenâ—â—rion Verily I say unto you I have not found so great â—aith no not in Israel Intreat me not tâ— leâ—ve thee Some read iâ— be not 〈◊〉 against me as it is in the â—â—rgen of the neâ— Translation Where we see that tâ—â—se arâ—â—o be accounted our advâ—rsarâ—es and against us who persâ—â—â—dâ— us frâ—â— our voâ—aâ—â— to Canaâ—â— froâ— going to Goâ—s true Râ—ligion They may be ouâ— Fathâ—rs they cannoâ— bâ— our â—rienâ—s though they promise us all outwaâ—d Profits and 〈◊〉 yet in very deed they are â—or with us but againsâ— us and so must be accoâ—â—â—ed Where thou Lâ—dgest I will lodâ—e A good Companion saith the Lâ—tine Proverb iâ— proviatiâ—â— I may add also pâ—â— divers riâ— Ruth sâ— be it she may enjoy Naomie's graciâ—â—â— company wiâ—â— be content with any lodging though happily it may be no better than Iacob had Gen. 28. Thy People shall be my People Haman being offended with Mordicai as if it haâ— been lean and weak revenge to spit his spight upoâ— one person hated all the Jews for Mordicai's sake the mad Bear stung with one Bee would neeâ— throw down the whole Hive But clean contrarâ— Naomi had so graciously demeaned her self thâ— Ruth for her sake is fallen in love with all the Jewâ— Farewel Mâ—châ—n farewel Chemosh farewel 〈◊〉 Welcome Israel welcome Canaan welcome Beâ—â—leheâ— all of a suddain she will turn Convert 〈◊〉 will turn Proselite Thy God shall be my God Iehosâ—phat when he joyned wiâ—h Ahaâ— 1 King 〈◊〉 said unto him my People is as thy People 〈◊〉 Hâ—rses are as thy Hâ—â—ses that is he would comâ— with him in a politick League but Ruth goes â—â—â—ther to an unity in Religion Thy God shall be 〈◊〉 God Where thou dyest will I dy Here Ruth supposeth two things that she 〈◊〉 her mother in law should both dye It is appioâ—â— once to dy Secondly That Naomi as the eldest should dy first for according to the ordinary custom of Nature it is the most probable and likely that those that are most stricken in years should first depart this Life Yet I know not whether the Rule or Exceptions be more general and therefore let both Young and Old prepare for Death the first may dy soon but the second cannot live long And there will I be buried Where she supposed two things more first that those that survived her would do her that favour to bury her which is a common courtesie not to be denyed to any It was an Epitaph written upon the Grave of a Beggar Nudas eram vivus mortuus ecce tegor 2 ly She supposeth they would bury her according to her instructions near to her Mother Naomi Observation As
soon clad with vile corruption loathsome putrefaction and deserted by his cringing Courtiers who will fly the scent and turn their faces to adore the rising Sun O now too plain I know that all the glories of the world are fading shadows things not worth our smallest care But see the Prophet is return'd and my heart leapeth with joy in expectation of some milder sentence Speak speak most sacred seer is there not yet some hopes of a Reprieve for poor condemned Hezekiah Isa. There is the God of mercy has inclined his Ear to your low supplication your humility has conquer'd his displeasure and melted him into compassion Fifteen years are added unto your days and for a sign of confirmation Heavens glorious Lamp shall Retrogradâ— no less than ten degrees upon the Dial of Ahaz Hez I am confirmed and dare not be so bold as to dispute ought further than the sign he is pleased to seal his mercy with Isa. See then 't is done and now it much concerns you to imploy this large addition to the Glory of the Donor Hez That shall be all my care nor will I dare to displease that God that has shew'd such favour to his worthless Servant as this to snatch him from the Jaws of death and respite his declining body from the Grave Conclusion Thus Hezekiah lives beyond his date And joys to think of his revived fate Walking uprightly till the time expires And then surrenders as grim death requires A Dialogue between Hester and King Ahasuerus The Argument The Captive Hester to a Throne is rais'd And by the great Ahasuerus prais'd Subduing him with Love whose Scepter sway'd All Eastern Nations whom greâ—t Kings obey'd Aha A Happy day unto the beauteous fair welcome thou loveliest of woman-kind welcom my Queen to the soft stretched out Arms of a transported Monarch whom your charms have 〈◊〉 beyond what words can tell Hest. Alâ—â— great Emperor I blush to think that ought in me should be of force to give delight to him whose aweful word commands so many Monarchs yet at the same time must confess a joy surprizing seizes every part that heâ—l vouchsafe thus to esteem his handmaid Aha Amongst the Beauties of the Land there 's none so charming so inchanting fair none so worthy of a glittering Diadem as my beloved Hester nor could so much amazing brightness as beams from her starry eyes shine better than upon her kind Ahasuerus O what transports found my Age when fired by those warm Joys that spread themselves throughout all your parts Hest. It shall be still the care of your obedient Queen to do what best may please her gracious Lord who from a low Estate has daignâ—d to raise her high above the Persian Princesses Aha Thou shalt be still more highly in esteem to you shall bend all Knees Princes shall wait upon your train and whatsoever conduces to the Glory of the greatest Potentate shall be at your command only be pleasing to your admirer and Life and Death shall hang upon your breath Hest. In me great Emperor Obedience still shall shine whatever you command that I can do my readiness in a compliance with my will shall testifie the high esteem I have for him that is sâ—le Monarch of the East Aha O now you charm me more than ever now fresh Joys are strugling in my Breast A passion rises not to be allayed but by the soft inspiring touch of your alluring Beautiâ—s Then let 's my fair my much beloved Queen to our retirement where feeding my insatiate Eyes with many an eager gaze I will tell thee all the secrets of my heart Hest. Lead me my Lord wheree're you please for your sole will is my law Aha Ten thousand blessings on my darling happiness who by this quaint humility makes me more indebted to her Love The Conclusion Whilst thus we haste to Ioy too great to tell To streams of Love that 'bove their banks do swell A Dialogue between Haman and Mordecai The Argument Proud Haman envies Mordecai because He will not bend and break his Nations Laws Yet thinking him too mean a sacrifice He 's not content less Jacobs remnant dies Ham. HOw 's this Will not the stubborn Jew bend to the Favourite of a mighty King To him that next his Monarch sways the Empire of the East to whom Crown'd Heads give way Mord. To man great Sir I dare not bend my knee to God alone that Tribute I must pay to him both heart and knee I bow but to no mortal dare presume it lest I rob him of his honour Ham. Seest thou not how the Servants of great Ahasuerus far above you in the rolls of Honour cringe when I pass by and yet dare you refuse to Grace my state by standing on a nicety waving what is but in it self a Complement know wretched Captain it is not veneration due to powers Divine that I expect but such obeisance as becomes a Monarchs Counsellor the chief among the Princes Mord. 'T is what I cannot give In this case vain is all you urge nor dare I pass such Complements Ham. You dare not nay you will not it is your proud and stubborn nature or a set dâ—sign to cast a stain upon my greatness which may in some measure shroud its luster But by sad experience you shall quickly know whose anger you proâ—oke by your irreverenâ—e such havock such a slaughter shall be made of your stiff-necked Tribe that e're the silver Moon twiâ—e waine her Orb not one shall live in all the Coasts of Media or the Land made fruitful by the Streams of Euphrates The thing is râ—solved and I will about it strait Mord. There is a God that limits your fierce rage that can in the midst of aâ—l your pride bring your ambition low and frustrate all your wicked purposes nor shall the means to move him to compassionate his Captive People be by Mordâ—â—ai neglected Prayers and Fasting shall be rise throughout the scattered Tribes nor must the Queens endeavours want to cross the purposes of this blood-thirsty man whose fall will let him know experimentally there is a God that can correct his insolence Yet must these measures speedily be put in execution to supersede the mischief his dire malice is swelled big with lest innocence should suffer for what is unjustly called a crime in me First then I will haste and let the Queen know his intentions Conclusion Haman his sure obtains it is decreed That all the Captive Jews shou'd quickly bleed For Mordecais neglect the day is set Which causes lamentations loud and great But Counter-plotted is the bloody man And hang'd at last for what himself had done Nor scape his Sons but fall into the snare Their wicked Father boldly durst prepare For those that were not guilty of a crime So let Ambition fall where e're it climb Haman on the Gallows HAman the Son of Amedatha of the Kindred of Agag and the People of Amalek were highly favored by Ahasuerus
hand which Labours in my Breast C. What means my Lord the King what are his thoughts thus low I beg to be made privy to the intentions of a Monarch H. You are my faithful Counsellor and to your Care and Conduct what your King intends shall be committed all the male infants in suspicious Bethlehem and throughout every Border appertaining to that City are doom'd dead from two years old and under that amongst them him that I suspect may fall so that the madding People who are ever fond of innovation may be retained in their obedience C. 'T is brave though bloody yet the King shall be obeyed before to morrow this time not a Brat shall live beneath the Age you mention no â—ity or remâ—rse shall be of force to stay our Hands to the cries of tender Mothers we will be deaf as Seas and whilst the Younglings sprawl upon our Spears our Hearts shaâ—l be as hard â—s Adamant no lurking holes shall save them from our fuâ—y death death shall be their portion from the tender breasts we will snatch them to untimely Graves H. Your resolution fits my purpose and when put in execution will quickly hush my fears therefore about it strait makeâ— no delay whilst I retire and with impatience expect a full account of your proceedings C. My Speed shall show my willingness in what I undertake Death and Fury now inspire me for the blackest Murthers the bright Lamp of Day ever yet beheld Conclusion The Plot thus laid in practice soon is put The Throats of near six thousand Infants cut By Herods cruel Soldiers whilst the cries Of tender Mothers pierce the weeping Skies But vain the Tyrant seeks the Life of him That wears the glorious starry Diadem For he to Egypt flies but Rachel sore Laments her Sons because they are no more Imagined Discourse between Joseph and Mary upon their returning out of Egypt The Argument The blessed Pair admire Gods Providence And glorifie his great Omnipotence Who murthering Herod struck with fearful Death Briâ—ging them safely to fair Nazareth I. THe cruel Tyrant that late raged in slaughter and dyed deep his hands in blood of Innocents is tumbled in the dust his bold Ambition is sunk beneath the Grave M. In vain he strove to rob us of our only Ioy in vain he plotted to surprise the Life of our dear Son and Lord. I. All that Man does against the great decrees of Heaven is unprosperous no force nor policy can ever prevail against Omnipotence M. 'T is true but yet his murderâ—â—◠〈◊〉 have made some thousands childless I. Although his cruelty by Gods high sufferance extended to the shedding of their blood yet they are happy falling for the sake of him who came to save them from eternal Death and God that can make fruitful barren Wombs can when he pleases give their Parents a supply M. With him 't is true there is nothing impossible therefore how ought men to adore his sacred Name and at an awful distance struck with admiration contemplate his wonders I. They ought indeed with lowest reverence admire and love such boundless goodness nor shall my Tongue ever want praises for the Mercies he has shewed nor will I spare to tell of all his loving kindness M. We will praise him in the Beauty of his Holiness ' and never cease to bow before the Foot-stool of his Throne of Grace and with humility revere his tremendous Majesty I. 'T is fit we should but now Night hasts apace and we must rest our selves awhile and in this hospitable place refresh the blessed Infant the sole carâ— of Heaven M. 'T is indeed convenient that when the Sun risinâ—â—lorious in the East sends forth his Beams to chear thâ— Bosom of the Earth we may reach the much desireâ— Coast of Galilee it not being yet safe for us to go tâ— Bethlehem because the Tyrants Son reigns in Judea Conclusion Thus out of Egypt did God call his Son Whom there â—e sent the Tyrants rage to shuâ— An imagined Discourse between Jarus and his Daughter after her being raised from the dead D. ALass my Father why is it you suffered me to slumber thus unmeasurably F. Slumber my dear Child had not Heavens Favourite been propitious it had been everlasting sleep D. Indeed I could have been contented to have slept on if I thought you 'd not have chid me for my drowsiness for I was much delighted with the pleasant Visions I beheld or Fancy represented F. Vision says my Child Alass they were Visions but must needs be strange ones D. O me I must confess they were something strange for I remember whilst you and my Mother sat weeping by the Bed that a blew mist came o're my Eyes and doz'd my Senses when methoughts a lovely Youth â—lâ—d in a glorious Garb stood by me and with beaming Eyes so dazled me with rayes of Light that I was much amazed But long he pawz'd not e're he snatched me from my bed and with expanded Wings slew swift as I thought through many Regions paved with Stars a shining with glittering Fires where I beheld strange shapes and heard amazing voices when mounting still at last he brought me within sight of a most Glorious Mansion whose out-side shone with such exceeding brightness that I was obliged sometimes to shut mine eyes as not capable of steady gazing At the Gate stood throngs of Glorious Forms in Robes of purest White with Crowns of Gold upon their Heads Palms in their Hands and Golden Harps whereon they play melodious and ravish'd all my Sences with their charming voices seeming in their Songs to express much joy at our approach but being about to enter methought I heard a voice as loud as thund er cry return when on a suddain down I sunk like Lightning and starting at the supposed fall I waked F. And do you fancy then you only slept D. What more since what I saw I wakening find to be a dream the meer representation of a roving Fancy F. Mistake not my dear Daughter for to your Fathers grief your Soul was separated by the hand of Deatâ— from its loved Mansion this beauteous Form in which now streams warm blood was some hours since a cold pale lifeless course D. How was I dead How dead O speak F. Yes Death had snatched thee from me leaving me to mourn for so great a loss and thou hadst been no more had not the mighty Prophet by his word called back thy fleeting Soul D. How can it be that I should be dead but if it be no more pain to dye than what I felt I shall hereafter dread Death less yet say was that the Prophet that stood by me when I waked methought he look'd most lovely F. It was the wonder-working Prophet whose great Miracles astonish all man-kind but since my joy again is full in having my sole comfort by his power restored and rescued from the Grave let us hence and publish the amazing news to our Relations that they
Gray Hairs with sorrow to the Grave God Well said God I know thou lovest him but must not you love me better Offer up this Son this only Son Isaack whom thou lovest Abraham But Lord though thou art righteous when I plead with thee yet let me talk with thee of thy Iudgmâ—â—ts what wiâ—l the wicked say wâ—en they shall hear â—hat thou delightest in Blood and that thy Servants must offer their Children to the Lord who will serve thee at â—his rate God Well but saith God is not all the Earth mine own and may not I do with mine own what I please I that give may take and therefore mind not you what the World will say but what I say and I say offer thy Son Abraham But Lord hast thou not commanded me to do â—o Murther and must I now embrue my Hands in Blood â—nd in mine own Blood too Oh happâ— me might my Blood â—o for his Oh! Isaack Isaack my Son Isaack my â—on my Son would to Goâ— I might die for thee Oh! â—saack my Son my Son Lord how can this stand with â—he Law that thou hast given me God Abraham saith God such things are not first â—â—st and then willed by me but willed by me and â—â—erefore just Aâ—raham Do not you know that I â—an repeal or make exceptions 'T is I that say it â—hâ—refore do it Who is this that darkâ—neth counsel â—y words without knowledge Gird up now thy â—oins like a Man sâ—ite him kill him Have not I â—ommanded thee be couragious and a Son of vaâ—our Go offer thy Son Abraham But gooâ— Lord thou hast made this exâ—â—ption when thou diâ—st shew Man what was good and â—â—asing in thine Eyes thou woulâ—st not â—haâ— he shoulâ—â—ive his first-born for his Transgression â—or the fruit of â—is Body for the sin of his Soul but to do justly anâ— to â—â—ve Mercy and to walk humblâ— with his God To â—bey thou saâ—st it is better than Sacrifice and to â—earken than the sat of Lambs God Well then saith God hearken anâ— oâ—ey â—â—is is to do Justice this is oh wonder to shew Merâ—â— this is to walk humbly with thy God A braham Seeing I have taken upon me to speak unto 〈◊〉 Lord I will yet say Lord he is the Son of the Proâ—ise in whom thou hast said that all the Nations of the Earth shall be blessed Now Lord if he die anâ— die a Child without Children where is then the blessedâ—ness thou speakest of what will become of the Blessing God Well Abraham saith God perform what â— command and I will perform what I promise what will Abraham who was once not weak in Faith anâ— considered not his own Body nor Sara's when twicâ— dead who staggered not through unbelief at mâ— Promise but was strong in Faith and gave me Gloâ—ry wâ—o was fully perswaded that what I promiseâ— I was able to perform anâ— was not disappointed oâ— his Hope though against Hope Will this Abrahaâ— now call me in question Hast thou known my Nameâ—punc and wilt thou not trust in me Am not I the Lorâ— which change not Have I said it is and shall it noâ— come to pass Is there any thing too hard for God Am not I able even of Stones to raise up Children unto Abraham Cannot I say to dry Bones Live thoâ— hast received him from the Dead in a Figure anâ— were Isaack in the Grave could not I who am the Resurrection from the Dead say Isaack come forth arise and walk that thy Father may receive thâ—â— with double joy saying Isaack my Son who waâ— dead yea who was twice dead is now alive Thereâ—fore Abraham offer thy Son Abraham My dear Lord seeing I who am but Duâ—â— and Ashes have taken upon me to speak unto thee Oâ— let not my Lord be angry if I speak once more If I maâ— not prevail oh that I might prevail to save Isaack â—â—live yet let me intreat thâ—â— that I may not be the Priesâ— let not mine hand be upon him Can I see the death 〈◊〉 the Child Good Lord let somâ— other do it Surely â— cannot lifâ— up my Hand or if I do shall I not wish 〈◊〉 may wither or be turned into a stone Will not thesâ— Eyes run down with Rivers of Tears Ah Lord I caâ— speak no more my hâ—art will break my hand will shâ—kâ— send by whom thou wilt send but let not me Oh let 〈◊〉 mâ— go God Yes Abraham thou take him thou and go thou and offer him thou none but thou Abraham Ah Lord Yet once more but this once more and I have done I am old and full of dayes past Travail spare me a little let me not go so far as the Land of Moria let it if it must be done be done at home God No Abraham Take now thy Son thine onâ—y Son Isaack whom thou lovest get thee into the Land of Moria and offer him there no where but there He is then all alone upon the way with his Son â—nd his two Servants and he advanceth directly to Mount Moria as to the appointed place My dear Reader I leave unto thy imagination what paâ—â—ed for the space of three dayes this journey â—â—sted repreâ—ent unto thy self I beseech thee â—hat thou art with him whom thou dost love above â—ll men thou seest him thou speakest to him thou â—rinkest to him and sleepest with him how will it â—e if at thy departure thou must see him die And â—f thou thy self must present him the Poyson which 〈◊〉 to stifle him Husbands and Wives Fathers and Mâ—thers Brothers Kindred A â—ociats Friends what Torments What despairs What punishâ—ents When you stand at the Beds Feet where â—ou shall behold your dearest affections and your â—ost pleasing delights in the Agony of Death what combats and what Duels â—f Love and Grief What strength and â—esolutions to receive the last worâ—s and â—â—ghs of a dying Mouth to whiâ—h a thouâ—â—nd and a thousand chast kisses have been given â—â—d whose least breath was able to wipe awâ—y all â—orts of sorrows What Prodigy of constancy to â—ose with your Hands two Eyes which served as 〈◊〉 in the saddest obscurities of Life which is but â—o much intermingled with mourning and pleasure In fine how can we see with out dying anâ— other self at the point of death Nevertheless this was but thâ— image of a dying life which Abrahaâ— led for the space of three dayes onâ— would swear that God had undertaken to make him dye ten thousand times upon thiâ— sad way every glance of Isaack was a mortal Javeâ—lin which pierced his Heart and yet he must havâ— him three times four anâ—â—wenty hours before hiâ— Eyes there was a necessity of eating drinking and speaking with him were not these entertainments and Feast of Death He was constraine during the night to lay on his Breast and in his Boâ—som that Head he was to cut off with his owâ— Hands was not this a murthering sleep and a crueâ— repose In sine he
to thy Royal Person so muâ—h Veneâ—â—tion anâ— respect to all thy Laws 〈◊〉 he is th◠〈…〉 Ungâ—â—tâ—ful man thâ—t he is whom 〈…〉 of 〈◊〉 thou hast 〈…〉 whose very weight 〈…〉 in hiâ— Loyâ—lty 〈…〉 thâ—â—â—he suâ—limity 〈…〉 into foâ—ly too he 〈…〉 other Goâ— as if â—â—ou O King weâ—t not 〈◊〉 enough for him who hast been so kind and Royal to him Never has the largeâ—se of Princely Bounty 〈◊〉 unluckily miâ—carried by ingâ—atitude and Treachery which dares be so insolent to give so pernicious an Exâ—mple of first Violating that Law which he should have valued infinitâ—ly dearer than his Life and rather than have prostituted it to 〈◊〉 Coâ—â—empt should have 〈◊〉 the warmâ—st Blood of hiâ— Hâ—art to itâ— Glory We pray therefore that he may Suffer the Pains and Penalties of the Irrevocaâ—â—â— Decree he has so Prophanâ—ly despisâ—d may râ—ceive the just Râ—compâ—â—se of his hâ—ughty Râ—bellion and Pride Be thrown to the Lyons Now is the King almost dead with sorrow the fatal News mâ—re wounds his Royal Heart than the Pâ—iâ—oners The King himself suffers in this Plot and is persecuted in the Captive and now is basely betrayed to sign the Decree which Seals his own vexation and trouble For 't is they and not Daniel were guilty of the Treason agâ—inst his Royal tranquility and peace Unhappy Daniâ—l to bâ— so lov'd and so hated so pa sionately lov'd by Darius so universally 〈◊〉 by his Nobles Hereâ—â— nâ—t one of all the Peers hâ—s a pitty for thee they joyâ—â—ly address for thy 〈◊〉 Executiâ—n Nâ—minâ— Coâ—tradicentâ— The King singly demures and while he does so they impâ—tientlâ— adâ—râ—ss a second time and had not so â—â—â—â—â—erously 〈◊〉 hitheâ—to now to 〈◊〉 theiâ— Plot to perish in â—mâ—rio 〈◊〉 makes them foâ—â—â—et good mannâ—rs they 〈…〉 and uncourly 〈◊〉 O Kiâ—â— that the Lâ—wâ— the 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 it that no Decrâ—e nor 〈◊〉 which the King 〈…〉 v. 15. q. 〈◊〉 We have 〈…〉 a Bâ—y 〈◊〉 Reâ—el may noâ— be pardoned tâ—e Laws of tâ—y Kingdom will not bear it tho thou wouldst therefore in vain dost thou labour to â—eliver him for dye he must and shall But now metâ—â—nks how do I see the great Darius hugging him in his Aâ—ms whilst he beholding him as he fears with his last Eyes breaths out his very Heart to him in such dear Expressions as these Daniel my dearest Daniâ—l the brightest Star that ever illustrated a Princes Court the faithfullest Servant that ever bless'd a Master the very Glory and Flowâ—r of my Kingdom and Palace who art passing up into those more glorious Mansions where only dwell suâ—h Spirits as thine Thou wiâ—t no more envy the toys of Regality nor need the aiery Honours of an Earthly Palace I am distreâ—sed foâ— thee my dearest Daniel how willingly could I uncloath my self from these vain Badges of Majesty to pass into Spirit with thee But â—tay may not thy God meet thee in the Den as I have heard Shaâ—rach's did him in the Furnace and methinks I have Faith to believe he will and least thine Enemies should think so too and send in Russians more cruel than the Beasts to destroy thee my care shall obviate that danger while I Seal thee up under the Protection of Heaven and thy God How stately passes the Captive 〈◊〉 the Den richlâ— laden with the Trophâ—â—â— of his Princes affections and the graces of his God! He leaves nothing behind him thâ—â— he should take to Heaven with him but the thought â—f Revenge A Dialogical Discourse between Adonibezeck and one of the 60 Kings he tormented and kept under his Table The Discourse supposed to be in the other World The Argument The mighty King the Tyrant whose delight In tortures was who sixty Kings in spite Of Regal Pow'r that did their Brows adorn Maim'd and beneath his Table kept in scorn Is in like manner serv'd so fares it still With those that seek their fellow Creatures ill 〈◊〉 HOw now great Monarch by what fatal chance 〈◊〉 you from lights of splendid pomp advance 〈◊〉 these dull Regions how cut off by death 〈◊〉 you the sternest Tyrant of the Earth 〈◊〉 midst of all your Glories lose your breath â—don Torment me not in asking how I fell â—ow the Fates durst my Ambition Quell â—ing Know you not who I am know you not me â—don I know too well the dreadful shape I see â—â—ke it from mine Eyes I wou'd not know â—wou'd be known in these sad times of woe â—ing Yet pittyless you durst our patience prove 〈◊〉 cou'd our Tears nor Groans your Mercy move â—don 'T is true they cou'd not but I thought me then 〈◊〉 the blasting Fate of Vulgar men 〈◊〉 made me seem in heights to fly 〈◊〉 the reach of frail Mortality â—â—ng So we once thought yet all we urg'd was vain â—ou'd our Sighs when fallen ease our pain Adon. You were my Captives by fierce war so made Your Countrey 's mine by me in Ashes laid King 'T is true yet pitty in a Monarch's Breast Renowns him more pity to those opprest A God-like nature in Man-kind creates And Envy's Keen-soul piercing Shaft Rebates Adon. But then Compassion knew not my Abode Revenge and Fury waited on my Nodd My will was then my law Death mark'd my Frowns On whâ—m they bent there he bestow'd his wounds King Yet now too plain you see the God whose Eyes Into the darkest of Man's Secrets pryes Has found you out and by his chosen Seed Now made the Proud Adonibezeck bleed Adon. 'T is to my Shame and sad Confusion knowâ— As I have done to me so be it done In a base servitude a Mâ—narch dy'd Maim'd as he maim'd Crush't as he crush't the pride Of daring Mortals whom he made to stoop E're they his Towring Cedar cou'd o're-top King Just is thy plague thy punishment is comâ— And we with joy behold thy juster doom So fares it with all those that pityless Afflict their Brethr'n when in most distress Who proudly triumph over those they may And make a sport of them they make their Prey So may it fare with Tyrants so with those Whose Breast no mercy but fell rage Inclose Adon. My guilty Conscience wounds me Let that Revenge enough no more then torture me King Still still I 'le haunt you since the 〈◊〉 decree Your Fortune equal in our Misery Adon. I 'll shun you then my Soul no more can 〈◊〉 King Yet you unmov'd our sad laments cou'd 〈◊〉 Adon. 'T is true I did and scoff'd at all your 〈◊〉 â—lutting with your hard Fates my well pleas'd eyes King Then what can you expect but to indure Our hate and scorn who cou'd your self enure â—n prâ—sperous dayes to nought but cruelty Adon. That I 'll prevent for with swift wings I 'll fly To dismal shades of Night beyond your reach King In vain 's such flight your Walls can't now Impeach Our following fury now your Guards are gone No power to torture 's left Death has undone The knot of power and now like
Offerings The Lord of Hosts convenes the Heathen Powers To batter down aspiring Iacobs Towers Before their Swords the routed Hebrews fly And fill the Hills and Valleys with their cry The wicked Seed of the High Priest are sâ—ain And the tremendous Ark it self is ta'ne In which the Mighty God was pleas'd to dwell Before whose wrath so many Nations fell And now the bold insulting Foe as proud Of such a Trophie bare it shouting loud To the base Temple of their false feign'd God Compos'd of Gems of Gold and precious wood A stock inspir'd by an Infernal Fiend On whom they durst in Peace and War depend Ascribing to his power the great success Of their weak Arms and joyful words express When lo the fearful Fiend with hideous cries From his adored Idol swiftly flies Not daring view that Face which brightness shrouds The God whose Thunder rends the Marble clouds Who grasps the Poles and turns the Spears about Whose Eyes survey the Universe throughout Whose Anger kindled is so deadly great That Hell it self from it would fain retreat Had not strict Fate fast fix'd it in it's place With whom alone the Righteous can find Grace And now forsaken Dagon wreft of voice No answer gives from it proceeds no noise In vain his Priests enquire of Future things In vain the Prince his cur'st Oblation brings Deluding Satan bears perforce the shame And though aloud they call on Dagons Name Yet dares not the fate babling Daemon come Least he before his time receive his doom And with link'd Thunderbolts be driven back Or sunk fast chain'd into the flaming Lake But whil'st they rend their Threats their wooden God Begins to totter and most strangely nod Whereat affrighted the rude Rout recoil When down at last upon his Face he fell Yet up the foolish People rear again Their shame and folly yet 't is but in vain For e're the Sun review'd their wicked Coast The helpless Stock his Head and Hands had lost Whilst fearful Plagues his Worshipers dismay Who gladly send the holy Ark away Not daring keep what eagerly they sought Lest all their Land be to destruction brought On Dagon and the Ark. What news with Dagon Is thy shrine so hot Thou canst not keep it or has Dagon got The falling sickness that his godship's found In such a posture prostrate on the ground Poor helpless god but stay Is Dagon grown So weak i' th hams nor stand nor rise alone A god and cannot rise 'T is very odd He must have help or lie A proper god Well Dagon must require help of hands Up Dagon goes the second time and stands As confident as though his place had bin His own in Fee down Dagon falls again But Dagon's shrewdly martyr'd with the jump Lost Hands and Head and nothing left but stump Sure all 's not well with Dagon now of late He 's either sick or much forgot the State Belonging to so great a God hath none Offer'd some stinking Sacrifice or blown Some nauseous fume into his sacred Nose And made his Godship dizzy or who knows Perchance h 'as taken pet and will resign His sullen place and quit his empty shrine No wonder a false God should stoop and lye Upon the flour when as a true God's by It was unlikely Dagon should forbear Respite of Homage when the Ark was there If I would worship a false God at all It should be one that would not scorn to fall Before his Betters whose indifferent Arm If it could do no good could do no harm I 'de rather choose to bend my idle knee Of all false Gods to such a god as he Whose spirit 's not too quick The Fabulous Frog Found greater danger in the Stork than Log And to conclude I 'de choose him Dagon like Not having Head to plot nor Hands to strike Saul chosen King THe murmuring people who Gods Wonders saw And Glorious presence when he gave the Law In Peals of Thunder on the dreadful Mount Themselves unhappy in his Rule account And like their Neighbour Nations ask a King That may their Armies out to battel bring To which the Mighty God though griev'd consents Yet lets them know the sad and dire events Of their sad wish tells what their King shall do And that too late repentance wou'd insue Which to head-strong Israel prov'd too true But long they 're not debar'd of their desire â—ood Samuel marks them out what they require Confirming after many signs the Son Of Aged Kish a Benjamite well known By his huge Stature who for many years The Helm of Iacobs mighty Empire steers But not regarding who the Scepter Gave The Scepter giver does the Monarch leave Who long disparing did in Iacob dwell Till by his Sword on Gilboa he fell And scatter'd Israel felt the rage of those Who ever vow'd themselves their mortal Foes On Saul and David SUre Saul as little look'd to be a King As I and David dream'd of such a thing Aâ— much as he when both alike did keep The one his Father's Asses t'other Sheep Saul must forsake his Whip and David flings His Crook aside and they must both be Kings Saul had no sword and David then no spear There was none Conquer'd nor no Conqueror there There was no sweat there was no blood to shed The unsought Crown besought the Wearers head There was no stratagem no Opposition No taking parts no jealous Competition There needs no Art there needs no Sword tâ— bring And place the Crown where God appoints the King A Dialogue between Agag and Samuel The Argument Saul having spar'd the proud Amalekite Samuel is griev'd and when the Pagan quite Had banisht fear of Death to Death â—e's givâ—â— In order to appease offended Heaven Agag WWhat means the Prophet with 〈◊〉 stern Aspect to gaze upon a Monarchâ— misery suffices it not that my slaughterâ—d People â—at the Plains with streams of blood and that my burning Citys cloud the Lamp of Heaven with ascending smoak Samuel No haughty man 't is not enough the 〈◊〉 of Jacob is displeased with such small Vengeance Agag Then try to turn away his wrath with Sâ—â—crifice let ten thousand Altars blaze with fat 〈◊〉 Bulls and Rams the spoil that once belonged to Amaleks now fallen Sons Saul In vain thou urgest such abâ—mination such Sacrifices would be odious in the Nostrils of that God Who dwells between the Cherubims whose fâ—ercâ— wrath can be appeased with no less Sacrifice than thy curst Life Agag Ha my life why sure the fear of death is past now know you not that your King has promised Life Sa. I know him who in sparing you and your unlawful Spoils has made himself a Rebel to the King of Kings Agag Yet he 's your Lord and ought to be obeyed to him I appeal to him who has already sign'd my pardon Samuel In vain are all Appeals to Mortal Man when God the mighty God in whose strong Hands is all the Breath of Life has doom'd you dead
Agag How doom'd me dead O name not such another fatal Word Spare spare my Life and all the Treasures I have hid when first the Rumour of the dreadful War alarm'd my affrighted coast are â—t your service Samuel Your Treasure perish with you not all the 〈◊〉 of the Vniverse shall rescue you from Death Agag O draw not draw not in this rage your 〈…〉 Sword Consider I am a Man a Father 〈◊〉 â—onarch Seest thou not what Robes of 〈◊〉 adorn me seest thou not this awful Circle 〈◊〉 o're with Gems This Scepter at whose wave the Princes cring'd and kiss'd the dust seest not him to whome a thousand knees were wont to â—end him on whose Breath dependeth Life and Death now prostrate on the ground imploring 〈◊〉 for himself Samuel All this I see and as far as humane fr ailâ—â— can bear sway am moved yet must not dare not 〈◊〉 not disobey my God Agag O! consider once again that my Mother 〈◊〉 a Queen in distant Lands O think what grief will be to her to hear her only Son is slain Samuel In vain is all you urge and this last â—aying whets my Anger more when I consider how your blood-bedaubed Hands have made the Nations mourn how your destroying Sword has raised the Widdows cries and tender Infants sighs lo the many slaughters you have made in Jacob's borders rendred thousands câ—ildless wherefore the self same Fate be on the Womb that bare you whilst thus thus I execute Gods wrath on thy pernicious Head Agag Oh Oh I 'm slain I 'm slain I that have scaped a thousand deaths in battel tamely fall a Victim to the Zealous Fury of an inraged Prophet Samuel Thus what Saul left undone my aged hand finished and atton'd for Jacobs Land A Dialogue between David Saul and Goliah upon their Incounter The Argument David Anointed King of Jacobs Seed Hastes to the Camp of Saul with swiftest speed And undertakes to fight the mighty Foe Who with proud boasting forty days durst show His monstrous Bulk defying Israels Host But David with a sling soon quells his Boast Saul SPeak speak young Stripling is it as my Captain has related darest thou that art but a Youth Expose thy self against this Monster that defies my Host. David My Lord I dare though not presuming on the Arm of flesh but totally relying on the Living God who has delivered me from the devouring Rage of 〈◊〉 and of Bears nor dare I now doubt the assistance of his power to bâ—ing low the haughty Pride of this bold Philistine that has defied tbe Armies of the living God Saul Bold is your Spirit and your courage brave the two first steps to Glorious Actions shine in you but yet consider he 's a man of War mighty in strength and dreaded by the most â—edoubted Captain of the Israelites David Great King did I rely on my own strength I must confess his monstrous shape might dash my resolution but his strength on whom the high success depends is capable by meanest things to quell the mighty and bring low all strength and power with him there 's nought impossible Saul Spoke like a Champion worthy to subdue the world A Champion on whose Head your King will stake the Diâ—dem of Israel my Armour there so put it on and gird your self in Walls of shining Steel to fit you for the danger David Alas my Lord it needs not for with these few stones I 'le quell your Foe and make him kiss the the humble Plain Saul Braver in bold resolutions still Well go thou worthy and be prosperous may the bright Minister of Heaven protect you from his rage and make him fall before you David All thanks great King and may the God Iacob prosper you while thus your Servant posteth to assured Victory David and Goliah come near each other Ha ha ha how am I moved to laughter when I think the King of Israel in forty days could find no fitter man than this to fight me sure this unarmed Stripling is but sent to mock me as imagining when he has teized me with some Railery to run away and escape my following fury by reason of my heavy Armour David Why laughs the Monstrous Philistine why with wide Iaws dare he disdain my youth knew I no other God than Moloch and accursed Dagon I should not come resolved to the Combat Gol. How to the Combate Knowest thou with whom poor youth thou art to fight Hast thou not heard of the sad Slaughters I have made how this powerfull hand has broke through the affrighted Squadrons of the Foe and mowed with Whirlwinds Fury on each side cutting through Groves of Spears a bloody way to Victory till hâ—â—ps of slain have â—ali'd me in and thinkest thou with a Staff to drive me hence May Moloch and great Dagâ—â— blast thy foolish thoughts Dav. Not all the bloody deeds thou hast done can fright the Son of Jesse nâ—r once dismay the Man that hâ—t avow'd to viâ— oppressed Israel of so great a curb that henceforth haughty man may not so boldly trust in Arms of Flesh. Gol. Why hoverest thou then round me at this rate and shunnest my fury art afraid to come within my reach Come to me and I will give thy Flesh to the Fowls of the Air and to the Beasts of the Field Tear thee in ten thousand pieces and thy scattered Limbs set up as Trophies of my Victory in all the Coasts of Israel when this fatal Sword has made its Monarch stoop to the Philiâ—â—â—nes yoke Dav. In vain are all thy unregarded Threats Aâ—though thou comest to me with a Sword â— Spear and Shield and I to thee in the name of the Lord of Hosts the God of the Armies of Israel whom thou hast defied Gol. O how hot is my revenge To what a height boils up my ragiâ—g Fury O that thou wert this moment in my reach how would I toss thee in the Air and pash thy falling Body on the Rocks Dav. I 'll not be long e're I advance to tâ—y destruction for this day will the Lord deliver thee into mine hands and I will smite thee and take thine head from thee and I will give the Carkasses of the Philistines this day unto the Fowls of the Air and to the wild Beasts of the Earth that all the Earth may know there is a God in Israel and all this Assembly shall know that the Lord saveth not with Sword and Spear and he will give it into our hands Gol. I 'll not endure this longer but chastize thy Insolence with flaming Steel whose very touch shall make thee fly in sunder Dav. Nor will I fail to meet your utmost fury and thus I 'll thunder on â—our lofty Front and bring you to the ground Gol. O horrour Death and Ruine what dark Mist is this benights my Eyes what dreadful bolt on flaming Wings thrown by some envious power â—as thus o'rethrown the great Goliah and laid all his Trophies level with the dust Dav.
Now Monster now know there 's a God in Israel and as I promised thus I take thy head 'T is done done with the Sword thou threatenedst mine And thus I bear it to the King taking thy Armour as my lawful prize Conclusion Goliah slain the faint Philistines fly Whilst after them pursuing Israel cry And fearfull slaughter rages every where The Sword no Mercy has nor knows to spare Till all or most are slain Then David's sought And to the King in glorious Triumph brought Declaring who it is whilst Honour high Crowns him at last with Rayes of Majesty On David and Goliah SAtan's the great Goliah that so boasts And threats our Israel and defies her Hosts Those smoother stones couragious David took From the soft bosom of the silver brook Are Scriptum ests the Sling that gives them flight Is Faith that makes them fly and fly aright Lord lend me Davids sling and then I know I shall have Davids strength and courage too Give me but skill to pick such stones as these And I will meet Goliah when he please A Dialogue between David and Michal The Argument David advanc'd Saul envies his loud fame And fears his Glories will Eclipse his name Wherefore fair Michal's given a snare to be To him She loves but does not in 't agree For when death hover'd round his threaten'd head She cheats them with an Image in his stead Michal MY Lord I wonder you 'l expose your self at this rate to my Fathers rage Know you not that he seeks your life David Yet God the God of Abraham is able 〈◊〉 defend me from his rage seeing I have done nothinâ— that deserves his hate but in the uprightness of my heart go in and out before him M. Know you not that I was given to you as a snare to sound the secrets of your heart and to pry into your Councils D. I know it my dear Love my happiness and all I prize on this side Heaven but dare not think that such virtue tenderness and innate goodness can be wrought upon to prove a Traytoress to him that can admire nothing but the eternal maker of the glorious Vniverse above her M. I question not your love but sure it is my Father urges me continually to lay open your secrets that he may find occasion against your life but hitherto his threats and promises have proved ineffectual D. And ever will I hope my Ioy. Nay nay I dare not doubt it it were sin once to mistrust your Virtue It shall never sink into my thouâ—hts that Michal will betray her David M. And dare you trust to that consider well what glittering Gems a Prince in Marriage and a Kingdom at command may tempt me â—o consider I 'm a Woman and that all the Sex is â—rail D. All this and all the Splendid Pomp the haughtiest Monarch can bestow I have considered yet cannot once Imagine they can move my Love to entertain so base a thought M. Yet once more what if my Father should threaten me with Death and torture if I disobeyed his lawful will and if he finds me trifle with him rashly put in execution what he threats D. Nor can this make me once imagine my dear happiness that you would give me to his Fury though in this case I 'de willingly meet his fierce wrath when high to save my Love from such a danger There is no Torment so outragious that I would not with a smile embrace look pleasantly on Death and tamely bow my head at your rough Fathers Feet whilst his blood-thirsty Sword cut off my dayes Thank the hand that took my Life for yours and bless the King for such a Favour with my dying breath Mi. Let me embrace my Lord and let him be assured that neither hopes of Glory Threats nor promises shall move me to betray him Rather than I 'll prove false to him I love as Life I 'll undergo whatever witty Horror can invent be for ever banished from my Native Land to live in lonely Desarts and dye comfortless in some dark pathless Wilderness no all I urged waâ— but to try how much you valued me Da. O! you ravish me with too much joy I was before confined and now 't is doubly done no more but to our Chambers where the first fruits of our Love were reaped and there I will tell my Love how much I am transported Mi. I am obedienâ— and with eager Eyeâ— feedding on your manly beauties thus cast the Daughter of a King into your Arms to lead her where you please Conclusion The happy Loâ—ers scarce their Loves repeat When Saul's stern Guards a fierce Alâ—rum beat For David's head they come but Michals Wit Sends thence her Lord and with this Counterfeit Deludes the Captains whereat Saul's enrag'd But by his Daughters feigned Tale's asswag'd A Dialogue between Jonathan and David The Argument The Son of Saul to David does express A Friendship great nor does he prove it less Ion. WWhat fears my Brother David wherefore shuns he me Da. You know my Lord that Men in danger ever dread especially when they suspect the danger near Ion. Why what of danger whence do these affrighting thoughts proceed why is the mighty Warriour thus disturbed Da. Know you not that your Father seeks my Life and are not you â—is darling Son Io. And does my presence create a fear in David Da. Let my Lord pardon when thus low I beg it If I have some doubts that your Commission is to bring me to your Fathers presence Io. Far be that thought from Iesse's valiant Son whom I must chide for wronging me in such A nature O? canst thou once Imagine that an Action so ignoble can e're lurk within my breast Can you suspect the Man whâ—se Soul moves in sweet harmony with yours can be so basely tretcherous as to betray his Friend Da. Forgive me my rash fear my Lord and I 'le not dare to fear again I must confess your love to me has been so great that I condemn my selfe for once so much as harbouring a suspicion that you e're intended to harm me Io. Let this dear kind Embrace sign your free granted Pardon and in Oblivions darkest Land let your hard censures ever rest Da. O boundless Love how can I how shall I deserve it What recompence is David capable to make that in the smallest measure can requite the Heir Apparent to his Fathers Scepter thus low Io. No more this cringing distance but to my Arms I know thy Innocency and will become a shield to save you from my Fathers wrath through me he makes his way to Davids Breast if Fate decree his ruine D. O my dear Lord You make me blush and at the same time to weep for joy to hear what you express such faith such constancy such boundless Love was never known from man to man before Io. Although I know you must succed my Father in his Throne yet will not I for Empire-sake that by succession should descend
Zarephath The Argument The Raven fed Elijah finding dâ—y The Brook of Cherish at Gods word does fly To Zerephath and near the Gate does find A Widdow for whose kindness he proves kind Saving her Life by miracle that done He shows Gods Power in raising her dead Son Eli. THis is the place the happy place appointed by the God of Israel to give â—liâ—ah rest And see according to his word the Widdow in whose House I must sojourn till wastful â—amine destroys the Land makes her retreat to â—hose vast Dâ—sarts where the scorching Sun forbids â—he falling showers Wid. Ha! What stranger is this that hasts to our 〈◊〉 wretched half starved City whose faint inhabiâ—â—â—ts resemble Death's pale Image and seem rather â—andring shades than Mortal substances Eli. Haste haste thou happy Woman whom Heaâ—en ordains to find refreshment for a weary Travelâ—â—r hast I say and fetch me bread and water speediâ—â— to stay my fleeting Soul Wid. Alas Sir As for bread 't is become so great 〈◊〉 that scarce a Morsel's to be found in this 〈◊〉 City Water indeed we have yet that of late is 〈◊〉 o're plenty Eli. Can it be that such a stately Pile such lofty Edifices are so quickly drained of that which is the Staff of Life W. Know you not Sir that Meagre Famine with dreadful howlings terrifies the Nation tearing up with brazen Talents the long barren Soil crushing with Iron Teeth the hardest Flints whilst all her Bones appear through her close cleaving Skin and her sunk Eyes and shrivled Dugs make her look frightful to poor pining Mortals Eli. I know for sin for dire heart hardning sin the just iâ—censed Majesty of Heaven has chas'd away the swelling Clouds grown big with showers whose gentle distillation should assist kind Nature in performing her desired task and close the crannies of the yauning Earth nor shall the cattaracts give rain in years to come so Iacobs God decrees Wid. If Earth deny her Fruits much longer whâ— can live since we already see so many thousands gasping for a moments Life and hear no other cries than what proceed from sad necessitie whilst nothing that 's unclean is left unfed upon As for my self all I have left is but a handful of course meal and a small quaâ—tity of Oyl nay and half that 's my Sons to dress whicâ— am gathering these few sticks for that we may eat anâ— dye Eli. Dread not Death since Heaven is carefuâ— of your preservation dress instantly what now yoâ— have and still your store shall be continued Wid. It cannot be or if it do remain with 〈◊〉 unconsumed a while it soon will wast and then we havâ— no more to eat nor know we where to buy for now purâ— Gold and Silver once a precious bane is gladly give for the vilest things with which the worst of Creatâ—â—â— heretofore were fed Eli. Dispute not what I bid but do as I commanâ— and live dare you doubt that ought's impossible wiâ—â— God who sent me to preserve your life whiâ—â— â—ll the streets are paved with dead and dying wretches Wid. My Heart misgives me and something as it were does wisper me in my Ear that it is a Prophet speak therefore totally relying on your word I 'le instantly make tryal If I live I live at the worst I can but dy Ha all I have taken out cannot be mist the Cruse and the Barrel fill again by Miracle Eli. And so they shall till plenteous Harvest bends with Golden Ears the feeble stalks and Wine and Oyl is every where abounding Wid. Blessed for ever be the Name of Israels God Who has sent his Servant to his Hand-maid to preserve her by wayes unexpected from a Death that could not but by miracle have been prevented Eli. No more but dress what 's in thy hand whilst I revive and render thanks to his all glorious Name who has vouchsafed this favour Wid. With eager Williâ—gness I fly to do what you â—â—mmand Conclusion On unexhausted food three Persons fed Till fatal sickness struck the youngest dead But by the Prophet he to Life is brought When bold Elisha furious Ahab sought And tries by Sacrifice who is the God That heals and wounds shedding the curst Priests blood Then tells of Rain that quickly does insue And Earths dry face with Vervant Robes renew Whilst Iezabel his Life with labour sought From Earth he is in a fiery Chariot caught Leaving Elisha who does strait inherit A double Portion of Elija's Spirit A Dialogue between Ahab and Naboth The Argument Naboth by Ahab sent for waits upon His King to know what 't is he wou'd have done Who asks his Vineyard Naboth it denyes For which denyal ston'd with stones he dyes Naboth LOng live the King of Israel why is it my Lord has sent to speak unto his Servant Why is such an honour as the presence of a King conferred upon unworthy Naboth Thus low I beg to know the reason Ahab Rise worthy Subject 't is a Monarch bids you leave that Posture 't is your King that has a Suit to Naboth Na. Can Israels great and glorious Prince the Ruler of the God of Iacobs Heritage on whose Breath my Life depends sue to his Subject or seek ought of him that his obedience shall not readily comply with Ahab You will oblige me much if my Expectations are but answered 't is a small Request yet prized by me at no low rate Na. Speak mighty Monarch Let your Servant know your Pleasure nay command and be obeyed Ahab Have you not a Vineyard joyning to the Palace of your King Na. I have great Sir your Servant has a poor Inheritage in which he takes delight to recreate himself and pass the flying day in rural Labourâ—â— one while guiding the growing Tendrils where to clime directing the rich Vines to their beloved Elm at other whiles pruning the luxurious branches cultivating the hard Soil and drawing softer Molâ— about their spreading Roots and when the long wish'd Harvest comes 't is my delight to crop the swelling Clusters and press out the Necterous Juyce Umbrag'd by the leaâ—â—e Verdure from the Suns hot Beams and taught to know the Works of Nature Ahab 'T is sure you cannot but be much delighted with the pleasant divertisement since you sâ—em so much transported with relating it But to urge my meaning home suppose your King should be desirous to possess it Would Naboth without grudging part with what does render him such pleasure Na. How most gracious Lord what part with my Inheritance O let me on my knees implore my King would urge this thing no further Ahab Nay let not Naboth be mistaken Ahab asks it not without a price Its value you shall have in Ophirs of finest Gold or else a Vineyard far exceeding it in Circuit and abounding more in Trees producing Nectar and Ambrosia Na. But let the King of Israel consider that the Vineyard he demands is his poor Subjects dear Inheritage O rather ask Life and take it
death to one who labours under such an Agony Then turn your praises into curses that his wrath may vex yet hotter and by putting a full period to your days take you from this sad world of wo. Job Base wicked woman vile and foolish darest thou let a thought so monstrous harbour in thy breast much more how darest thou urge me to such damn'd Impiety Shall Job on whom he showred his favours once move his lips though in the softest murmur when he is pleased to stay his giving hand or call back what he gave no nothing ever shall prompt me to a guilt so horrible Wife Then you it seems will suffer patiently and stand the mark of fierce indignation tamely Job Whatever he inflicts it is for our good his chastening is to try if we are worthy of his favours nor will he wound beyond what he designs to heal His mercies are past numbring which in the midst of Iudgment he oft calls to mind and makes a full recompence for what he takes away therefore ever will I praise and with just adoration bless his holy name nay though he kill me yet will I trust in him and with dying Arms embrace the wounding Shaft sent by his hand to let out life Wife Well well I see then all I urge will work no effect on your meek mind inured to slavery serve him still and be the subject of his Tyranny bear all the Stripes he can bestow and fawning kiss the hand that strikes you do this and more whilst loud I laugh at the dull man that hugs his misery and will not daigne to pity him Job All you have said is my resolve no pain nor loss nor scorn shall shake my dear integrity all torments witty horror can invent were they comprised in one shall never break my constancy or make me prove a Rebel to the King of Heaven but with Faith unmoved I will trust in him till lifes last Sand is run expecting then to see him as he is and Hymn his Throne with Songs of praise Wife If that be your resolve I will fly the Mansion of such sorrow and seek shelter elsewhere whilst his Arrows beat on you Job Yet shall I not be comfortless his hand shall still sustain me and my Eyes shall yet see happy days The Conclusion Thus Job bears through afflictions stream which past He is restored to health and Riches vast And once more is the Glory of the East Nor dare the fiend his quiet than molest So those that trust in God are ever blest A Dialogue between Saul and his Armour-Bearer on Gilboa The Argument Saul routed flies but finding flight was vain He and his Armour-Bearer both are slain S. NOw now 't is almost come to pass as the grim Ghost related Israel is ovâ—â—thrown My Sons are slain in Battel and the bloody Foe makes havock of the flying people A. B. Great King 't is true the smiling Plains that looked so gay when first saluted by the Morning Sun put on a crimson Robe and wear instead of Flora's many coloured mantle the sad Livery of Death S. Yet Saul still lives he lives to see the mighty ruine to see his Children slain and all his mighty men of War fall by the Sword A. B. And still may live to be revenged of his now Tyrannizing Foes live to return as many deaths as now his Eyes behold the Philistins to triumph in S. O! Name not Life for that is the only thing that now is grievous to me Wretch that I am why did I fly why fell I not amid'st the fileâ— of War Why why did not I break through the pointed Squadrons and there bravely fighting rushed upon a thousand Swords and from a thousand enraged hands received a Death that well beseemed â— Monarch A. B. O! Let not Israels King dispair although the Fortune of the War now turns against him â—et fresh Armies may be raised and the Foe repelled live live If but to be revenged S. No Heaven decrees my fall and cutting short my Glories dates them with this day draw then your Sword and e're the Philistins overtake us sheath it in my Breast fâ—r now my Life is grown burthensome A. B. What means the King by this câ—mmand can be imagine that his Servant dares stretâ—◠〈◊〉 his â—and against the Lords anointed S. O let me beg you would not dispuâ—e what I request Renown and Glory will attend you for so brave a Deed nor can you do me better service than to let out my afflicted Soul A. B. Command me to kill my self and I will obey 〈◊〉 bid me meet the following Foe and charge A Squadâ—on with my single Arm I 'le gladly do it but dare not â—tretch my hand against my Sovereign S. The Enemy is now at our heels and time â—dmits no longer argument see see without your â—elp your King can find a way to the dread Pallace 〈◊〉 magnificent Death Whilst falling thus upon â—is Sword his loathed Life takes flight A. B. Hold hold my Lord for Heavens â—is past recall the desperate Deed is done the cruâ—â— word has pierced his Heart and I 'le not long survive 〈◊〉 imitating his Example fall thus by his side 't is 〈◊〉 't is done my blood flows fast now now I swim 〈◊〉 dazy mists and now a gloomy darkness seales my 〈◊〉 dies· Conclusion Saul slain with his three Sons the haughty Foâ— Cuts off his Head and his guilt Armour show In all their Coasts possessing Iacobs Towns And much inlarging their own scanty bounds Nor so contented but the Corps of Saul They fasten to subdued Bethshan's wall But thence the Iabish Gileadites it rest And for the burying of their Lord are blest David saluted King DAvid who after Gods own Heart was chose Having escap'd the danger of his Foes Run through the hazzards numerous to tell Saul slain he 's crown'd great King of Israel Him the Glad People from all Cities meet And loudly sing his praises in each Street Though Saul's rejected House does strive with him For Iacobs Scepter and bright Diadem Yet 't is in vain Heaven soon does end the strife Whilst mighty Abner is bereft of Life When as the Darling from whose Loyns must spring The great Messia Heavens all Glorious King In Triumph rides all fearless and does see How much he owes for his felicity To his Creator by whom Kings command On whom their regal Glories all depend Who sets them bounds and limits Kingly sway Chastizing those that dare but disobey His strict resolves whose will alone is Fate And whose bare word can all annihilate Davids kindness to Mephibosheth KIng David high establish'd in his Throne On former dangers safely now looks down Remembring how Saul sought his Life and hoâ— Between him and kind Ionathan a vow Pass'd in the great Iehova's sacred Name Then calls to mind Mephibosheth who lame And in distress was Son to him who still Had held him dear preventing the dire will Of Death conspiring Saul and
that he must Relieve his wants or prove himself unjust Revolving thus he sent a message great To his low House who thinking now his Fate A pace drâ—w on and that his doom was past Came trembling and thus to the King at last Through abrupt stammerings soft speech broke its way O pardon mighty King your slave does pray Nay prostrate on his knees implores that he A guiltlâ—ss Man for others guilt may dy The Smiling Monarch soon perceives his fears And with kind words does quickly hush his cares Commanding Royal Robes o're him be cast And he thenceforth be at his Table plac't Which banish'd Fear and made him joy as fast A Dialogue between David and Bersheba The Argument Bersheba's tempting Beauties snares the King Who strait commands his Servants and they bring Uria's charming Wife whom David wins To sport and add fresh number to his Sins 〈◊〉 WHat would my Lord with me the lowliest of his Handmaids why â—is Honour heaped on me thus unexpectedly to â—ntroduced into the closet of a King 〈◊〉 There is a mighty Cause See at your feet a â—arch bends and wounds the Air with sighs 〈◊〉 O! Rise my Lord for Heavens sake what 〈◊〉 you by this complement 〈◊〉 Thus low to beg a Favour of the fair inchanting 〈◊〉 B. Of me Beg ought of me what can the valiant the Victorious King of Israel request thâ—t is in my power to give when tribuâ—ary Nations heap on him the Riches of the Eastern World and Sceptred Princes pay him Homage D. O! Read my blushes and you 'll know what it is that I petition for or if you understand the Language of my Eyes they 'll tell you plain 't is in your power to ease my labouring restless thoughts B. Alass my Lord I understand you not or if I do I dare not D. How dare not Can so much Beauty so much brightness in whose lovely Face the Graces chose tâ— dwell be cruel when a Scepter is at her feet B. Cruel great Monarch no my nature is too soft to harbour cruelty consider I am a woman D. Yes and the wonder of your Sex the glorious Masterpiece and cheifest boast of Nature who started when she formed you to behold a work so fair and cried a lucky hit B O me You 'll make me bluâ—h to death if thus you flatter your unworthy Hand-Maid D. Such Beauty as adores the lovely Bersheba is not capable of flattery but casts it off as Christal dxâ—â— her stains the utmost praises of the smoothest Tongâ—â— cannot enough describe your rare Perfections O! how 〈◊〉 fair Cheeks the Roses and the Lillys strive for mastery How your bright Eyes more bright than rising Stars â— dart Beams of comfort what Nectre dwells upon thâ—â— ruby Lips inclosing Orient Pearls and what a fragraâ—â— send they forth what curling Amber dangles on your â—ory Shoulders and how those gentle Hills of warâ— Snow expose the happy Vails between Oh! I am â—â—â—vished with a Sight so much transporting Oh! languish and shall soon expire unless you yeild 〈◊〉 Love B. How love my Lord is that the thing 〈◊〉 press your hand-maid for D. Yes Love and an enjoyment of those Beauties I admire grant these and be sole Mistress of a Monarchs Heart B. Alass my Lord know you not I am Vria's Wife D. I do but you was born to be a Queen and this happy Womb designed to be the first aboâ—e of Pâ—inces those Breasts to nourish him who after me must weild the Scepter of Jerusalem B. O speak no more my Lord it never can be D. Yes you shall be adorned with Robes of Majesty and with an awful nod command the Knees of cringing Courtiers B. But would you have me for the trifâ—ng honours that attend on state break my marriage vows sully my Virtue and leave a lasting stain upon my Fathers House D. Uria is my Servant fighting now against the Amorites All shall be done in secret what we do shall not reach his Ears B. Yet if I should dishonour him by giving my self into the arms though of a Monarch how if he should come to know it should I look him in the face or stand the fury of an inraged Husband D. Let not such thoughts disturb my Love my Power and Credit shall protect your Fame what tongue and dâ—â—es move against the darling Favourite of a King Come come thou all composed of transport and delight trifle not with a Monarchs Passion till it quite burn out and in expiring leave him miserable B. 'T is true my Lord. I am your subject and â—ought not to dispute your will but yet methinks â—n this case D. Come come thou beauteous Object of my tâ—oughts 〈◊〉 these vain fears aside and let us retire strait to 〈◊〉 Alcove strewed all with Roses and with fragrant â—essimine shining with Saphiers dazling Diamonds â—nd Rubies overlaid with Gold Imbroidery studded every where with Orient Pearl and wrought by the most curious needle work of Egypt and Palastine a soft recumbancy that can only be sutable to the dazling beauties of my Bersheba B. My Lord I am amazed at what you tell and am unworthy to approach a place so glorious or if I should presume it might set me a longing the oâ—tner to se it than perhaps might be convenient D. O no my Love it can be only graced by your fair Eyes then let us hence and in the midst of transports I 'll relate what you must needs delight to hear B. To your conduct my Lord I recommend my self you are my Sovereign 〈◊〉 I 'll not prove disobedient to what you command D. In this your kind and thus to joys we hast A Queen thou shalt be when some dayes are past Conclusion Bersheba yields and by the King conceives Vria sent for David's Army leaves But will not bâ—d his Wife the crime to hide For which he by the sword of Ammon dy'd When David takes his Love but scarce injoy'd Is she again e're the Infant is destroy'd And Aâ—â—alom agaiâ—st him does rebell In which the Rebel and his Army fell A Dialogue between Amnon and Tamar The Argument Amnon does feign him sick and begs o' th' King That Tamar may Pâ—ovision to him bring Bâ—t 't is a Plâ—t incestuâ—usly to gain His lustful will and his chast Sister stain Am. WHy is it my lovely Sister that 〈◊〉 slight me thus what have I done thâ— you should prove regardless at this rare wherefore neglect you him that loves you as his Life Ta. My Brother it was far from Tamar 's knowledge that you were indisposed the fiâ—st news I received was from the King our Father Am. That 's strange I thought the Son of David could not have been in such disorder but the Court e re now had rung on it Tam. I fear'd indeed you was not well by reason of your absence but â—ad the relation from nonâ— but 〈◊〉 I named But what is the reason all your Sâ—râ—ants aâ—e retired Amn. It was my command because
I would be private with my lovely Sister Tam. Ha! What means this eager gazing on me Why this wildness in your looks Why tâ—emble you and wherefore ebbs and flows the blâ—od in your disâ—rdeâ—ed Countenance Sure you are taken with sâ—me suddain 〈◊〉 shall I go and call the Kings Phâ—sitians Amn. It needs not you are the only Physitian can case my grief it is you alone can sâ—â—e your Brothers life Tam. Alas I have no skill in Physiâ—k â—now not 〈◊〉 disease Amn. You bear about you what will ease my â—â—in The distemper that torments me iâ— Lovâ—s â—urning Feaver which long time hâ—s prâ—y'd upon â—y spirits Tam. Love Why can you conceive yâ—â—r Siâ—ter â—â—tes you Sure you will not injâ—re her so much Amn. Then come to my Arms my lovely dear â—ar inchanting Tamar and conâ—eiâ— me none of Davids Son Tam. How why am not I your Sisâ—eâ— Haâ— â—hat mean you by this roughness Amn. To satiate my self with love and quench â—e Feavorish passion of my mind with Tamars Virâ—n Beauties Tam. Consider 't is not lawful wherefore then should Amnon shame himself and me by such a fâ—lly Amn. My fierce unâ—ounded passion has no room for reason and therefore urge not any thing in opposition to my vast desire Tam. If you love me as you say forbear to violate aâ— Sisters Honour and demand me of the King in Marriage that Jacob 's Sons may all applaud your Wisdom Amn. In vain is all you urge This hour this hour is that wherein I chose to perfect my felicity Then tamely yield what I request or by my Fathers Scepter thus I will force a passage â—o my Joys Tam. Why sure you dare not once approach your Sister with a design to force her Honour Amn What dares not Love attempt when it grows high when reason is wracked and virtue bears no form Tam. Oh! Look not thus seâ—erely wild upon me poor me a wretch betrayed into your power Consider you are David 's Son and I his much loved Daughter If not for mine yet for our Fathers sake if not for love yet in dread of his fierce Anger send me hence at this â—ime undefiled that I may nâ—t becâ—me a â—y-word 〈◊〉 the Daughters of the Land Tâ—us low upon my knees I beg it of my dear dear Brother Amn. To all your plaints I will be as deaf as Seas were they as loud as fighting Winds I 'de not regard them My desperate resolves are fixed immoveable as Mountains or the Wave-repâ—llinâ— Rocks against whom in vain the dashing Surgeâ— roar No Storms at Sea nor Ships in them Ablazâ— with whirling sumes that make the Top-mast cracâ— creates more terror than my wild desire And sincâ— you will not tamely yield but trifle with a passioâ— hot as Aeâ—na's mounting Fires with these stronâ— Arms I force you to my bed Tam. O help help help for Heavens sake I wiâ—â— die I will die before my honour O spare me spaâ—â— me Oh Oh Oh wretched wretched me what shall I do I am undone undone for ever Amn. Now the trifling shadow you so prized is gone and I have surfeited upon your sullied Beauties Therefore hence with speed lest a worse ruine fall upon you and for the future know what it is coily to parly with a Princes Love Tam. O never never will I hence but where I lost my honour there I will lose my Life See see my Bosom bare to stand your utmost fury sheath sheath your wellcome Dagger in a Breast polluted by your Breath Amn. No your Life is too mean a sacrifice for my Revenge but since you dare continue here against my will I will call my Servants to remove you What ho See see they come Io. Bear this Woman hence and see that all be made fast after her 't is I your Lord commands it see it be quickly done Tam. This this is cruelty beyond degree O may the just avenger judge my cause and recompence my wrongs upon your wicked your incestuous head that all such Monsters for the future may take warning by your fall She is forced out c. Conclusion Tamar thus forc'd and driven out does fly With Garments rent and many a piteous cry To Absalom who smothers his fierce rage Till at a Sheep-shearing he does engage The guilty Amnon causing him to fall Which on his head great Davids wrath doâ—s call A Dialogue between Absalom and Joab The Argument Absalom flying's tangl'd in an Oak Where Joab finding him the fatal stroak Forbid by David the bold youth receives Which him of Life i th' midst of Treason reaves Abs. O Fatal mischief What could worse befall me than thus to struggle betwixt Heaven and Earth not being capable of reaching either but here for ought I know must be the sport of whistling Winds and dangle till I dye Nor is this all my Glory is no more the battel is gonâ— against me and my bold Confederates in Rebellioâ— fallen by the Sword My Conscience stings me with remorse and all the dreadfull shapes that have been â—eigned methinks glare on me and deride the posture I am in But hark the rushing Bougâ—s give way and trampling of Horses now invade mine Ear. Hah 't is the Foe the bloody-minded Ioab now death is near to ease my pain and wellcom is it to afflicted Absalom Joab Hah Rebel are you taken in a snare Hâ—w strangely haâ— eternal providence fast hampered him whose Life with eagerness I sought Abs. Ioab consider who I am think on King David and the charge he gave you Joab I have considered and am come resolved to put a period to his life that durst rebell against a too indulgent Father and with impious Arms not only seek â—is Crown and Life but trouble peaceful Israel with unexpected War Abs. My Crimes I grant and tremble at what â—eadstrong rashness prompted me to undertake yet what injury have you susâ—ained Let him whom I have injured pass my doom let him drain out the Rebels blood that Absalom well pleased at his revenge may bless with dying murmurs the kind hand that gives the wound Joab In vain you ask a favour that will not be granted No the King is too indulgent and will melt in mercy towards him that urged his ruine and peâ—haps may be inclin'd to hearken to your protestations of future obedience and in pardoâ—ing give you opportunity to reach his life Therefore Abs. Therefore what Surâ—ly you dare not touch a life the King would save a life that is so dear to David Joab Yes Traytor Joab dare and came râ—solved to make the Rebel bleed to let out that rank blood that has infected the unstable Tribes Abs. Does it become a man of War to bait a Lion thus in the toils Thus to reproach a Prince at whose bare beck when high in favour you woâ—ld fly and humbly cringe to kiss the ground whereon he trod and fawning on him for self-interest flatter his Ambition till it swelled him into ruine Joab I
of the Iews in bonds J. Well waving further Ceremony I 'le stifle my upbraiding Conscience sere it with all dark resolves and desperately comply with your demands H. P. Bravely spoke our Guardâ— shall instantly attend you but what is the sign by which you will distinguish him J. With a Face as bold as Death frought with mischief I will bare up to him and with a treacherous kiss salute him and then let those that have the charge be sure to catch him H. P. No fairer token can you give but it is no time now to delaythe thing come come let us â—bout it and secure him e're the Sun salutes the East least the mad People fond of innovation should murmur nay should mutiny upon such a seizure which they will term an outrage for we are not ignorant what fame his Miracles have won and â—ow he is beloved see see the Guards are ready â—hen along with them whilst I retire to the consulâ—ing Sanadrim and there contrive what shall be â—urther done J. I go though to perfâ—â—m the blackest deed that Hell ever put into the Heart of Man yet I have promised and I will perform though Faâ—â— and Destiny does push me â—â—â—dlong into monstrous ruine Conclusion The Plot thus laid the Lord of Life 's betray'd And bound before the Sanadrim is lead Scorn'd and revil'd scourg'd and at last condemn'd Crown'd with sharp thorns and impiously blasphem'd Stretch'd on a Cross the Lord of glory dyes Who reigns in Hâ—aven above the starry Skies Peters Lamentation WRetch that I am what have I done how great Is this black Crime O where shall I retreat To hide my Guilt what blushes burn my Face What Stings my Conscience feel what hiding place Can shelter him from woes he cannot fly No place can shroud me from his piercing eye Who views at once Hells depth and Heavens vast height To whom all gloomy darkness is as light Fool that I was to be so confident So resolutely so presumptuous bent Upon my strength when I 'm at best but dust Frail man too weak my own resolves to trust But it is past sad thought yet now in vain I would recall what I have done again All I can do is now to mourn the sin That I presumptuous I have plunged in O let my eyes then be a Stream a Flood Nay let me weep for tears a stream of blood Sighs and sad Groaâ—s shall all my musick be Sobs and laments shall dwell shall dwell with me Lord look on me meâ— wretcâ—â—d man Who wanting thy Compassion am undone O mercy mercy ease my troubled mind Let me ingrateful me some mercy find Me that deny'd him who first gave me breath Me that deny'd him who 's condemn'd to death O pity me my weakness Lord forgive Without thy Pardon Lord I cannot live My Soul 's distracted a fierce war's within Disturbs my rest the bold the shameful sin Preys on my Spirits and will give no rest Then mercy show to him that is opprest O let thy dear compassion take away The Sting of Conscience ease me Lord I pray I cry â—loud cover'd with dust I lye Even at thy Feet O pity or I dy Raise raise a sullen Wreâ—ch that he may be An object of â—hy saving Clemency My Cries are heard a calm o'respreads my Soul No storms of trouble my free thoughts controul O boundless boundless is his goodness still Therefore I 'le strive henceforth to do his will 〈◊〉 Swine possest SEe see how Satans Malice still is bent He who was in a guilful Serpent pent When he in Eden did seduce fair Eve And her to man-kind's misery deceive Rather then now he 'l idle be he 'l joyn Infernal nature with the dirty Swine Not sparing sensless Brutes such is his hate To all that God for his glory did create Yet limited is his fierce wrath we see It cannot without Christs permission be But having leave the spightful Legion strait The grunting Herd with horrid cries amate Who now grown wild their Keepers put to â—light And all the Tribe with antick dancing fright Sometimes they stand an end sometimes they roul Nay bound aloft and lâ—ap without controul E're all that does oppose them in their way No bars nor bounders their fierce course can stay Till like a toâ—rrent down the hills they scour Into the Sâ—as which does them all devour Considerations upon our Saviours compassion to the Thief upon the Cross. HOw good how great how merciful how just Is God to those who in him put their trust How is his Arms of mercy open wide To those that in his saving Power confide See see the Thief who all his life had bin A Drudge to Satan slave to wrâ—tâ—hed sin At that sad time whâ—n Death look'd grimly drâ—aâ— And he of Liâ—e bâ—t a fâ—w mâ—mâ—nts had Repâ—nting is râ—stor'd â—ay more iâ— blest With ioâ—â—s that are with mâ—ns tongue exprâ—sâ— â—â—rely acknowledging 〈…〉 To raiâ—e his Soâ—l above th◠〈◊〉 Skies Acknoâ—â—â—â—â—inâ— his sin and â—reachiâ—g thence Tâ—e â—ord of glâ—â—iâ—s pâ—râ—â—â—â— innocence 〈◊〉 care was not â—or 〈◊〉 hâ—ppiâ—esâ— â—ut suddain 〈…〉 him to exprâ—â—â— â—emember me Loâ—â— when 〈…〉 into â— Kingdom that can only bee thy â—ue â—ut his compâ—â—r dâ—sirous still 〈…〉 â—reaming oâ— Plâ—asurâ—s 〈◊〉 joâ—â—â— wâ—tâ— striâ—e â—orgot his Soul anâ—â—ailâ—d agâ—â—â—â—â— tâ—â— Loâ—â— â—ho for his sake did 〈…〉 â—o that 〈◊〉 â—ellow chose the beâ—ter part â—hose wâ—â—s once â—â—ded swift as 〈…〉 â—hes his dâ—luding Sâ—ul to thâ—â—â— bleâ—t â—oys â—here Care nor 〈◊〉 no more man-kind 〈◊〉 Iudas his Dispair Wretch that I am why do I view the light Why sink I not in everlasting night Why do not hottest lightnings strike me dead Why fall not Bolts of Thunder on my hâ—ad Why yauns not Earth to suck me in and why Find I not means my self wiâ—h speed to dy Why live I in these torments worse than death In this sad torture this sad Hell on Earth O Wretch what sting of Conscience do I feel More sharp thâ—n all the force of fatal steel More deadly than the poison stings of Asps Dread horror my affrighted soul now clasps Accursed Silver that could make me prove A Traytor to my Lord who sacred love Beam'd on me oâ—t but I have cast it back May it my ruine on the givers wrack Whilst this fit Cord stops thus my loathed breath Whilst thus I seek some easement in my death A Dialogue between Pilate and his Wife The Argument The virtuous Wife of Roman Pilate`s griev'd Because she was not as she ought believ'd Telling nâ—w plainly whaâ— is her true sence And let`s him know his desperate offence W. UNhappy are you to be over-rul'd by the maâ— rout why would you yield to their rougâ— clamours to destroy the innocent P. I laboured to deliver that just man but found it wâ— in vain for still no other cry than crucifie him soundâ— through the Iudgment-Hall W. Yet you might have used your high Authoriâ—â—â—o still the rout who being set on by
their malicioâ— Rulers knew not against whom they cry'd nor whâ— it was they did P. I dare beleive as much but the sad deed is pâ—â—ecal and all you argue now is vain W. As to retrieve the fact it is but yet the glorious Prophet whom the foolish People think now dead if my Dreams inform me right lives lives Immortal never more to dye P. How lives Then fear strikes me horror chills me and I tremble at what you relate W. It was no common man that in that barbarous manner they have used but one who in his Hands has power of Life and Death A Power invincible not to be subdued by Armies had he not consented to lay down his Life P. Indeed his meekness melted me into Compassion and made me labour to deliver him W. This this was he of whom the Cibils sung in mistick numbers this this was that dear Prince of â—eace that should give Peace to the long warring World P. Then I am guilty of a horrid Crime but now it is â—ast in vain it is to argue it what I have done I in a â—anner was compelled to do therefore the Blood sâ—â—â—ed be on the guilty Nation as the clamorous Rout â—equired â—hilst I go mourn to wash away the Guilt â—f Blood so precious yet so vilely spilt W. And I likewise retire with fear and dread â—o worship him the foolish Iews think dead Zacheus in the Sycamore Tree A Prophet Risen yes a Prophet great Good just and wise if Fame the truth relâ—te â—s is wonder-working power has rais'd in me wondâ—rous longing his loved Face to see â—t still he is incompass'd with such croudâ— â—â—at each huge bulk the happy Object shrouds â—om my low stature yet I heard men say 〈◊〉 was to travel through a narrow way â—ading directly to my house if so 〈◊〉 add a height to what appears so low Upon the Branches of this shading Tree Little Zacheus shâ—ll advanced be So now I`m up and hither flows the croud With shouts with Praises and Hosannahs loud 'T is 't is the Lord now I shall see his Face O that I in his eyes may find some grace How lovâ—ly looks he O! â—ow innocent And now on me his radient eyes are bent Ha see he beckons Iâ—le with speed descend And on the wonder-working Lord attend Conclusion Thus goes the faiâ—hful Man and by command Does entertain the Lord of Sea and Land The King of all the Glâ—â—ious Heavenly Band. Nicodemus his Considerations form'd intâ— a Dialogue between him and the World The Argument By night the Ruler comes resolv'd to hear The sacred Doctrine ' câ—use the Paniâ—k fear He had of misbeleiâ—ing Juda â—w'd Morâ— than the wrath of an incâ—nsed God W. STrange it is you should neglect my motiâ—â— at this rate and pinâ— away with Imaginâ—â—tions of you know not what N. Be sâ—ill lâ—ud 〈◊〉 Fâ—lly sâ—mething witâ— commandâ— me to obey iâ—s diâ—tates and fly witâ— speed the Physitian W. To the phyâ—itian why are you disâ—ase then if so it is suâ—e I have a thousand Cordials give you ease made up of rich ingredientâ— such seldom fail man-kind N. Alâ—ss tâ—â— oft they do and aâ—e at bâ—st but luscious Pâ—isâ—n wâ—ich maâ— be antidoted fâ—r a time but in the eâ—d deâ—trâ—â—s the Patient W. How why sure the Man on whom I have â—â—stowed so many Favours câ—nnot be so much inâ—râ—â—â—ful to reject my kind advice N. Forbeaâ— tâ— trouble mâ— sâ—â—â—e it is noâ— in your â—owâ—r tâ—â—ive me ease a wounded Soâ—l you cannot câ—re but 〈◊〉 make it wâ—rse ◠〈◊〉 â—hat the thing that thuâ— disturâ—s my darling 〈◊〉 iâ— that be alâ— it is 〈◊〉 â—â—ing â—oâ—al fâ—r a day â—r â—â—o but fâ—asting â—our dull Senâ—â—s wiâ—h dâ—light and all your cares â—ill vanish N. In vâ—in you â—rge iâ— therefore uâ—ge no mâ—re frâ—m â—his daâ— I renâ—unce you and yoâ—â— guilâ—â—d vâ—nitiâ—s my 〈◊〉 Treâ—sures or whâ—teâ—â—â— you 〈◊〉 a soli◠〈…〉 hencefoâ—th be no 〈◊〉 tâ—e sâ—llâ—ce of mâ— mind bâ—t Viâ—tue that essential haâ—â—â—nâ—ss shall bâ— my deâ—r comâ—aniâ—n W. And will you then cast off â—our Grandure Gaiâ—y lay by your awful Robes anâ— leave your sumpâ—uous Fare to pine and languish to be fed with â—ears and sighs as those that do forsake me are will you I say fall under sad reproach contempt â—nd scorn N. This and much more I`le do for everlasting Life â—â—r will I argue longer least the happy motion thaâ— disâ—â—ses me to happiness should fail but with sâ—ift feet â—hilst â—arkâ—ess â—antles in the World fly â—o the Foâ—ntain â—f all â—oâ—s W. But thither I will â—ollw thâ—e and pull thâ—e â—ick if possiâ—le 〈…〉 â—our beleiâ— and stâ—ive to blind your Sence That you shall dimly see true Excellence A Memento to Hypocrites or an Imagined Dialogue bâ—tween Ananias and Saphira The Argument The Plot 's contriv'd they would have Heaven and yet Too great a price they would not give for it But purchase at a rate themselves think fit SEe how the crowding Pe ople flow to hear the new sprung Doctrine and bring dayly Gifts to those that teach it A. It is true nor must we be behind hand since we have embracâ—t it S. It is true but if we sell our poor inheritance and part with all the price how shall we afterwards subsist Indeed I 'de willingly partake of the joys the Teachers promise yet methinks I would not be poor for that will râ—nder us contemptible A. Take no care for that we`ll give and yet we will save enough to keep us from contempt S. But how if the fraud should be discovered A. O fear it not what Mâ—rtal can discover it he that bought it knows not ouâ— intention or if he does will never inquire how we bestow the coin S. I dare beleive as much therefore go you and lay a part of it at the great Teachers Feet whilst â— secure the rest and then I will follow for my Benediction A. I 'le do as you advise and hope to be as well accepted as those who part with all they have S. But if you should be asked if what you bring is the total Summ where are you then A. Why thinkest thou he that has devised cannoâ— without a blush affirm it is the whole nor let youâ— assuration be less least we should differ and by thaâ— means be detected S. I 'le warrant you I 'le have my lesson therefore be concerned no further but about it Conclusion Thus is the project laid though all in vain Yet such an one as might deceive meer man But good St. Peter fill'd with holy fire Sees through the thin device and as their hire Gives them to death by whose hard hand they dy That to the holy Ghost durst boldly lâ— A Dialogue between Satan and Simon Magus The Argument The Prince of darkness angry that his power Is baffled by Gods sacred Word a shower Of wrath designs to rain but can't devour S. HOw now my Vice-roy wherefore is it you give ground have not I
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A Very delightful New-years Gift entituled Heavenly Pastime or pleasant Observations on all the most remarkable passages throughout the Holy Bible of the Old and New Testament newly Allegoriz'd in several pleasant Dialogues Poems Similitudes Paraphrases and Divine Fancies To which is added 1 The Miraculous manner of the production of our Old Grandmother Eve with the supposed manner of Adams first Nuptial Addresses to her with the pleasant circumstances of their Marriage 2 You have an account of Eves first Addresses to Adam and her Industry in making a Garment for her Husband 3 You have a pleasant account of Adam and Eves Winter Suites their lodging and first building with an account in what pretty manner they first invented a Fire to warm them 4 You have abundance of supposed Dialogues very full of delightful reading The first is between Adam and Eve and Eve and the Serpent the second Dialogue is between Cain and Abel Monster Sin and Conscience 3. Between Abraham and Saraâ— upon her laughing at the thoughts of her bearing Children in her old Age. 4. Between Abraham and hiâ— dear and only Son Isaac before his Father went to offer him up as a Sacrifice 5. Between Isaac and Rebeâ—â—a at their first meeting 6. Between Iacob and Rachel upon his being willing to serve fourteen years to obtain her â—ove 5 A wonderful Account how Pharaoh and all his Host were drowned in the Red Sea 6 A Dialogue between Grim Death and the â—lying Minutes 7 Between Balaam and his Ass. 8 The Triumphs of Chastity or a Dialogue between Ioseph and his Mistress upon her tempting of him to uncleanness 9 A Dialogue between the wanton Harlot and the Debauched Youth 10 A Dialogue between Sampson and his beloved Dalilah 11 Between Ruth and Naomi upon these words Nothing but Death shall part thee and me 12 Between David and Goliah upon their first encounter 13 Between Ionathan and David including all the sweets of an intire friendship 14 Between David Vriah and Bathsheba 15 A choice Dialogue fancyed between King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba about the wonderful works of God throughout the whole Creation to which is added the glory and splendor of King Solomon's Court together with the Queen of Sheba's glorious progress to it 16 A Dialogue between Iehu and wanton Iezabel 17 Haman on the Gallows or a Dialogue between Haman and Mordecai 18 Between Adonibezeck and one of the sixty Kings he tormented under his Table supposed to be in the other world 19 A Dialogue between Iob and his Wife 20 Between Isaiah and Hezekiah relating to the fifteen years that was added to his Life 21 A Dialogue between Nebuchadnezzar and the three Children called Shadrack Mesheck and Abednego that were cast into the fiery Furnace 22 Between Darius and Daniel when he was cast into a Den to be devoured by roaring Lions 23 Between Ionah and the Mariners in the Storm before he was â—wallowed up alive by a Whale 24 Between Zacharias and Elizabeth 25 A fancy'd Dialogue between riâ—h Dives and poor ragged Lazarus 26 A very affectionate Dialogue between the returning Prodigal and his loveing Father together with choice Meditations upon our Saviours great compassion to the Converted Thief upon the Cross. 27 A Dialogue betwen Iudas and the High-Priest about betraying of Christ together with Iudas's doleful desspair 28 Between Nicodemus and the deceitful World wherein the World promises glorious matters 29 A Dialogue between Pilate and his Wife after he had condemn'd our Blessed Saviour 30 A choice Dialogue between Iairus and his Daughter after her being raised from the dead representing what ravishing sights probably her Soul might behold during all the time her Body lay dead in the Grave 31 A memento to Hypocrites or a Dialogue between Ananias and Saphira 32 A strange Dialogue between the Devil and Simon Magus 33 Between the dispossest Damosel and her Master when Paul and Silas were by a Miracle releas'd out of Prison 54 Useful Meditations upon Eutichus falling down dead sleeping at a Sermon 35 An awakening Dialogue between the Mariners after St. Pauls Shipwrack With above fifty extraordinary pleasant Dialogues and Poems besides By Iohn Dunton Author of the Sickmans Passing-bell Price Bound two Shillings and six pence 2. 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