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Advice to a parson, or, The true art of preaching, in opposition to modern practice written by a person of honour to Dr. S---, his late chaplin ...
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Person of honour.
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1691
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Wing A641; ESTC R1158
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Advice to a Parson OR The True ART of PREACHING IN OPPOSITION TO Modern Practice Written by A Person of Honour TO DR S his late Chaplin Made Publick Chiefly for the EDIFICATION of both UNIVERSITEIS Printed in the Year M. DC.XC.I THE ART OF Preaching To a PARSON Cant. I. STill you continue Preaching to Profess Then pack your Labour'd Follies to the Press But Parson You 'l at length be fain to own 'T is the most Irksome Crabbed Trade in Town What 's Hardship You reply to Me Inspir'd To Natural Parts who Science have acquir'd More luckily ne're did M in the Hall His Brother Serjeant Interrupting baul My Graceful Person long has took at Court Of which the Fifty Chaplains All came short My Postures well-shap'd Hand and sparkling Eye Command Attention from the Laiety My Voice strikes quite to the Circumference Of all my Numerous Thronging Audience I speak pure English and the Methods know To handle a Discourse and Vary too Waller I Top on Dryden I refine Whose clever Style more properly is Mine More than Ben. Johnson does to me belong To make a Grammar for the English Tongue I Rapin's Learned Volumes have read o're Which makes me know my self an Orator I in his Pages nothing have descry'd What Nature had not in my self supply'd A Score of Chaplains with less Sense than Me Have leapt from Benefice to Prelacy My Sermons do Expect the like Reward In order To 't next Sunday I 'll be heard Ere with the People you being I sue That my Instructions may begin with you And since You 're fixt I am oblig'd to say Your Ease will cheat you You must Toyl all day 'T will be the last Thing I 'll to you prescribe T' Increase the Number of the Tiresome Tribe No certain Maximes are laid down to Preach Of Humane Science 't is above the reach Heav'ns Master does alone the Secret know And where He pleases does the Gift bestow Your Air your Voice your Meen have won you Fame All these are Serviceable to Declaim These helps set off an Actor on the Stage With These the Pleader does the Judge engage To these Endowments Learning and deep Sence F has the most ensuring Eloquence By his neat Style and Judgment most exact Clears confus'd Causes which thick Sculls protract In Evidence Prolixity declines And Summs up their Ten Pages in five Lines These Qualities accomplish Trades profane But on the Ministry are Lost and Vain In them the perfect Character is found Where th' Art of pleasing does with Grace abound 'T is Preaching where the Alarmed Soul betakes Its self to a New Life Old Sins forsakes For he no Sermon who no Convert makes In hardned Errours when 't was prepossest Its Ways are Chang'd and by the Change finds Rest Shew me whence may this Prodigy proceed Faith points out th' Author of the Mighty Deed He keeps that Soveraign Pow'r in his own hand Gives Man Commission but to reprimand From Exhortation is his Pow'rs Extent To denounce Justice and sure Punishment What ever Doctrine from his Lips goes forth Is down right Vanity and nothing Worth Unless to Heav'n he does his Thoughts resign And all his meanings are become Divine Wanting Credentials Him the World will find No Emissary to convert Mankind This Parson Doctors needs must let you know And Common Reason their Superiour too You long t' appear in Publick but beforehand Consult Your self Your self to Understand Search if that Pulse that Ardour Heav'n imparts Which quickned Zeal in the First Christians Hearts If so Preach on in God Almighty's Name Immortal War to Sin and Vice proclaim That by Your Voice Triumphant over Sin The load Men may grow weary to keep in And to Repentance go in Crowds begin If sordidly base interest be Your bait Of You for Popular Applause do wait Indifferent as the Faith to propagate If You on God fix your pretended Theme Your Words regarding more Your self than Him Irreverent Impudence in Church to dare That which the drooping Play house would not bare Goodman a figure makes of a much better sort Has better pleas'd and less to answer for 't Who knows You answer if the fire Divine Burn brighter in a Humane Brest than Mine Or the Supream whose Choice was always free For Healing Souls has not allotted me The Doubt will not perplex Us long I guess If Parson You 'll ingeniously confess That since you have so narrowly descry'd Our failings Your own life you 've rectify'd If in the Holy Week we should produce Lent Preachers Preach't which is not now in use Their Sermons would back on Themselves Recoyl And their Own Reasons their Own Nests defile A Preacher whose Deportment did Imply A sense Internal of Divinity Against Excess and th' Ages Lux'ury spoke That to the very Heart a Cit was struck Strait goes home to his Wife and says I have Resolved to leave All my Soul to save All says She Yes the Parson makes it out There 's no Salvation with above one Sute I 'll keep but One though I 've at present Two Th' other to th' Prisoners or the Poor shall go Poor Spouse by All means would the Preacher see If He 'd persist or cancel his Decree Attempts a Visit To the Door being come Demands if Mr. Parson be at home The saucy Foot-man snaps her up and says My Master can't dine for you now adays Excuse me Sir till he has din'd I 'll wait Then by my Troth You 'll tarry pretty late I 'll go and come again Sir go or stay 'T is the same Thing for e're since Yesterday T' My certain knowledge He 's engag'd to play To morrow think you he will be at home Yes but take care too Early not to come To speak with him next Morning she repairs Wait in the Hall H'll quickly come down stairs The Servant bids her She desires to know Whither He may be stirring yet or no Yes He 's got up a little while ago He 's in his Wardrobe tumbling up and down Changing his Cloaths just to ride out of Town Changing his Cloaths Then I shall pack away If he hath Two Suits I have nought to say A Narrative her Tongue in full Carriere Makes of his Wardrobe Gaming and good Cheer By his example is the Cheat disclos'd The Sermon on the Scrupulous Cit Impos'd Such blighted Preaching to the ground must fall Though We such Sermons edifying call The bad Example does unravel All. With Rhetorick adorning Holy Writ In Vain Your Sermons play the Hypocrite If me You 'd move let me see Fruits in Thee Which by Your Words You seek to plant in me Thus the Apostles Preacht in Ages past Their Holy Patterns shall for ever last He drives another Road and in the wrong Whose Heart goes not togeather with his Tongue You know the means t' obtain th' Heav'nly Grace Get T to preach then in your Place Him with attention hear you 'll soon discern From Him You 'll best The Art of