ever in thy service live One of that glorious heav'nly Angels quire And then shall I have what I do desire For there my soul in soul desires to be Where it shall live in joy eternallie Within the presence of that heav'nly King And to him alwayes alleluja sing Then sing my soul and give to God the praise Who hath defended thee and thine alwayes And if thouâ—'lt but apply thy senses there Unto them then thy Saviour will appear And shew to thee his bitter wounds and blood VVhich he endur'd for thine eternall good VVhereof he left to thee a monument Thou may'st behold that blessed Sacrament For fear that thou thy Saviour shouldst forget He in thy fight before thy face hath set A perfect signe to th' eyes is visible Of inward grace which is invisible VVhere sences all are fully satisfi'd If that his passion he by faith appli'd O blessed feast where all are call'd to eat That heav'nly sacred and that spirituall meat VVhich only's good but yet to them alone VVho come prepar'd w th wedding garment on Then grant good God that I may ever have This glorious garment when I do receive This food of life which thou art pleas'd to give To all of them that in the Lord do live VVhich in them breeds a fervent spiritual love To thee their Saviour and their God above Sweet Jesus please to feed me with that food That I done'r forget thee nor thy blood Nor those the bloudy wounds thou didst endure My silly soul death-sick of sin to cure Grant gracious God that I do n're forget Thy bitter passion but before me set The cruell torment thou endur'dst for me Of all mankind a wretch most unworthy Sweet Jesus please to send I humbly pray Thy holy spirit may guide me on my way Which narrow is and few there be it finde For all men are by nature born be blind And follow th' broad that plain street wherein All such do tread as traffick in their sin Dear God lead me out of that pleasing way Let me good Lord no longer in it stay And then shall I with good King David sing The praises due to th' glorious heav'nly King Who hath so blessed me and them are mine As I wel hope good God we are al thine Grant gracious God that wee may thankfull prove For these thy blessings that bounteous love And e're acknowledge them to come from thee Who hath so freely given them unto me Grant me that grace good God I humbly pray That I do never from thee go astray But alwayes love and honour thee aright Being not unmindfull I am in thy sight That of thy creatures I may make good use And their right end I no way do abuse As some men do who put their whole delight In heaping up of gold which is not right And some there be delight so much in wealth The care of it doth take away their health And some again do love their wealth to spend Far faster then God pleaseth it to send And some are such so carefull are to keep That fear of losing often breaks their sleep And some delight in living miserly To be esteemed rich when they do die And some there are do to their children give The state whereon themselves have need to live And there be some have wealth proudly live Yet will their hearts nought to their children give Some spend their time and all their means at drink And best bestow'd as they themselves doe think Some love their horses as they do their lives And some their friends before their loial wives Ther 's some do love their hawks beyond their bounds And som again that do delite in hounds Good God that man these creatures should abuse Which thou created onely for mans use The several sorts of which do well declare What severall uses of each of them are The Messet dandled in he ladies lap Which she doth use with silken mantle hap The shepheards Cur which he is carefull keep To hound together his stragling fearful sheep The Irish Shock is tons'd and taught to wait At 's Masters elbow looking for a bâ—it Tlil country Cur doth let his Master know If thieves in night about his house do go The Mungrel he doth take the harmfull swine And lull him soundly so he be not mine The nimble Tumbler with his sudden turn Will take the Rabber sitting at her urne The prety Snack with speed wil quickly teach The harmlesse Haire to keep out of her reach The stately Greyhound that doth seem to scorn To run at ought which doth not carry horn The Mastie he will take the ugly Bear On the fierce Bull if he be hounded there The pretty Spaniel that doth questretreat Doth serve the Hawk with help to fill her feet The Water Spaniel that doth fine sport make In pond if there be either Duck or Drake The little Tarrier that doth love to lie As neere the Fox as he dare well come by The pretty Beagle that doth chanting run The wiely Wat until her death she come The fleet-hound he doth follow th' game so fast The chase some time doth but a little last The well-mouth'd hound doth use his master tell Where th' game doth go by sound of his deep bell O blessed God that thou shouldst make all these Mans several fancies with delight to please And satisfie his wearied senses so As yields him joy sometimes in stead of wo And his dull spirits so to recreate With gladness such as might well animate A thankless creature thankfull for to prove Vnto this God this God of peace and love Who greatly doth desire most lovingly This creature man should serve him chearfully For God doth like and love a chearful heart And plenteously he doth perform his part To draw this man this most ungrateful man Who of himself no good at all he can To serve his God with so much more delight If these his blessings he doe use aright And in his pleasures alwayes meditate And with himself thus with himself debate How are my labours with my pleasure eased How have my senses all of them been pleased How sensless I of my laborious pain Endur'd with ease my pleasures to obtain Although my wearied limbs right well do know My pains were more then I of them make show And if my pleasure had not so well proved I think my pains should not so well been loved For I doe find my pleasure to be such As feeling it I feel my sorrows much And though my pleasure doth in height abound What profit to me doth thereby redound For now my pleasure it is past and gone And sense of it there now remaineth none To what end then have I took all this pain For some end sure though it be not for gain If God saw all things he had made were good Then th' use thereof it seems by likelihood Is that which bringeth either joy or woe For th' end is it which alwayes
their drink was suiting to their meat They had no change but all one kind did eat And yet their mirth above the skies did mount Altho their drink were water from the fount And afterwards I read when friends did meet With th'fatted Calf or Kid they kindly greet One friend another and are well content To sing his praise who these great blessings sent In after times I see they eat good chear And many dayes of feasting as is there At Cana's mariage where no doubt was love And thereof doubtlesse did their God approve As by his blessings on them doth appear They served God altho they eat good chear But present times are truly said none such For that from these they differ more then much For now tho sometime we do make a feast Whereto we happily kill a little beast Perchance a fowl or some such other thing Yet we forget his worthy praises sing Seeing our discourse is most part idle chat Without so much as mention once of that Whereon we alwayes ought to think upon Which is on Christ his bitter passion And such feasts now are seldome with us used But other feasts where God is much abused Yet neither meat nor bread is there required But onely drink and drink alone desired But t is not water as in elder time But salt in some and in some other lime To add a relish to the taste of mault Whereby they not discerning it be salt The stomack still desireth more and more For thirst not so content with reason store Wil not be quenched til from words to blows And meeting friends they often part like foes Good God that our feasts should thus differ far Begin in freindship yet to end in war And now we alter in our time of feasting And are some say to turn it into fasting And good cause why if so we weigh it well When hardly any who 's his friend can tell But in the south part of this wretched I le We us'd to feast in Christmass time ere while And then again in Lent we us'd to fast In some sort till full forty daies were past Our antients they about Lent differ'd much But t was not time but t was the meat made such And all of them of forty dayes agreed For fasting next 'fore Pasche so decreed But some do hold no such decree is fit But better feast then fast we think on it If this were all the matter were not much But now the difference is become be such As we shal hardly know when Christ was born Or when he dy'd the times are now so torn Sweet Jesus please to be at Englands fasting As thou wast pleas'd to be at Cana's feasting For there no doubt was feasting well approved Of him who ought of all be best beloved And now let 's back to th' feast at Eebatane And see what 's come of them did there remain For Raguel swore by that great God above Till th' feast was done his children should not move And then they should have half of what he had And then return to Niniveh without dread Then Tobie he his servant did intreat To go to Rages and there he should meet With Gabael and with him also bring Both him and th' silver to that great wedding Which so he did and when the time was run Old Tobie did expect his sons return And sorrowed sore for that he greatly feared Some strange disaster had to 's son appeared Because his stay did prove to be so long Beyond the time expected he should come And Anna wept and sorrow'd very sore Much sorer far then e'r she did before And every day she went and stood on high To see if she her son afar could spie And all that time she did forbear her meat And well nigh nothing that while did she eat Her wonted sleep her eyes did quite forbear And she almost had lost her sight for fear And now did Tobie 'gin to think upon his journey when the feast was almost done And pray'd his father he would let him go For fear his parents might be dead for woe Then Raguel parted all his goodly store And gave him half of what he had â—nd more His goods his servant and his ready coyn Th' one half he had and it was all his own Then Raguel he unto yong Tobie said My God who heav'n and earth and all things made Blesse thee and thine and do to them and thee As he hath done both unto mine and me And to his daughter then he also said God make thee wife as thou hast been a maid Obedient ever to thy parents all And then fear not but good shall thee befall If thou do prove to be a loyall wife God will defend thee during all thy life And then did Raguel and his wife Edna Take leave of them and set them on their way And so they went with singing forth his praise Who did so highly their great fortunes raise Untill they came near unto Ninivie And then did Raphael speak to yong Tobie That they two might alone march on before And leave the rest to come along with th' store And went so far till Anna them espi'd And then she ran and to her husband cry'd Our son is coming him I do well see And eke the man that went along with hee And then she back again to meet her son And pray'd to God that his wil might be done And thank'd him heart'ly she saw him indeed Whom she thought surely that he had bin dead Old Tobie also he did offer out But that his son did turn him round about And pray'd him please to do as he had done Bestow his blessing on his onely son My son said he pray God he may thee blesse And bid him welcome with a hearty kisse Then Tobie put gall on his fathers eyes Which pricked sore and then old Tobie cries But then yong Tobie to his father said Take comfort Sir and be no whit afraid I hope your sight shall straight return again With that he cur'd his scaly eyes amain And then he saw his loving son and said All glory be to that great God that made The highest heavens and all that in them is Him let us laud and his name ever blisse Then son to father did at large relate What they had done and also their estate Then Tobie out his daughter Sara meet And did her see and also kindly greet So now there was great joy in Niniuee The yong man safe and th' old man also see And there they made another goodly feast Which did â—ndure for full seven dayes at least Wherat was both great comp'ny great chear So as it did thereby right well appear That Sara was a veâ—y welcome guest And so accounted and esteem'd with th' best So many came on purpose visit her Which was great joy unto her old father And when the feast came to be well nigh done The old man said unto the yong his son What wages now
wherewth helhound he Continually poor wretch tormenteth me And bind him lord I thee most humbly pray That he doe never more lead me away As he hath done but that I sinfull may From this fowl Legion totally fall away But 't is not in me nor my power O Lord Except thou pleas vouchsafe to me the word Then please sweet Jesus I thee humbly pray That blessed word of comfort to me say That thou in me and I likewise in thee Shall rest and so for evermore shall be Freed from tentation of that wicked fiend The mortall enemy of all humane kinde Which hurrieth this my weak fleshly mind More wavering much then is th'instable wind Which wandreth like the sun from east to west And when 't comes there then there it doth not rest But roving runs up to the Starry Skies And by and by unto the Deep it dives And mounts again up to the highest ayre But yet can finde no firm fast footing there For though it be even now at hand hereby T is gone again in th'twinkling of an eye For t is so swift as there is nothing can Force it to stay so long as man is man Not much unlike unto that Noah's Dove Which found no footing but in th' Ark above It flies aloft and hovers in the ayre To find that rest which cannot be found there Except thou please vouchsafe to take it Lord As thou hast promised by thy sacred word For to safe keep all whom soever shall Upon the name of our Lord Jesus call Then bend you knees of my most wicked heart Which guideth all this the inferiour part And humbly pray and pray and pray again And in that posture do thou still remain Untill our Saviour please thy suit to hear And to thy prayers vouchsafe to turn his ear And do not thou if so at this repine That he hears not these sinful prayers of thine For many causes doubtlesse there may be That he as yet doth turn his ear from thee And all of them of thee thy self arise Who is at best but onely worldly wise And savours not the things that are above Which do proceed from that good God of love But diving down-wards seldom or ne're heeds That althings good frō heav'n alone proceeds And yet wilt thou unto the earth encline Distasting things are spiritual and divine And when thou seest it's onely reall cause It may be then th'wilt stop and take a pause And pray again yet still thou sinful art Extreamly troubled with a double heart Which boat-man like doth seem to make a shew Of looking upward yet doth downward draw With all its force unto this massie earth Where it at first receiv'd its vital breath And doth so clog the inward spiritual part As it doth yeeld unto the wicked heart And so they both are downward led away From thee their Saviour and their onely stay And runs so fast down Sions steepy hill As that to Babel needs these wretches will Except thou please sweet Jesus lend thy hand And force them both to stop and make a stand And climbe with speed up Sions hill again Which cannot be without excessive pain Unto the heart whose loins are stife and weak And painful climbings forceth them to break Unlesse sweet Jesu thou wilt please to be Their Comforter in this extremity And grant them strength that they may re-obtain The top of blessed Sions hill again Then come sweet Jesu I the humbly pray Come quickly Lord and do thou make no stay For the glasse is now at point to be out-run Then come Lord Jesu come Lord Jesu come And send my soul some speedy present aid Or else deer God it meerly is betrayed By a fawning friend who seems to make a shew That he to it ent'rest love doth owe. And yet indeed its deadliest enemy Who kils it self to make my soul to die O help sweet Jesu help I humbly pray My silly mind from thee thus drawn away By this foul flesh that 's foul in every part Because it s govern'd by a fleshly heart That domineers within my hollow breast And will not let my silly minde take rest For all my members they do so combine As that from heaven to earth they do encline Yea even the head wherein is onely placed The senses all which neither live to taste Nor hear nor see nor scent nor yet to feel Ought what is good but all whatsoever is ill And th' apprehension it doth still project Nothing that 's good but all things good neglect And memory it ever more forgets These blessings great and bounteous benefits Which thou hast pleased in mercy heap on me The very picture of base misery Who cannot think so much as one good thought But it is mixed with something which is nought Nor yet to presse into the Lords presence To pray for ought without some great offence For then and there I often plainly finde My minde is hurried as if with the winde O're all the earth well it know's not where Nor matter 's much so as it be not there Where it should be but alwayes runs astray Like to the blinde man that hath lost his way And is in danger ever for to fall Into a Ditch where he doth lye and crall And cry for help but if there be none by The blind man's likely in the Ditch to ly Then help sweet Jesus help I humbly pray That this my wicked wandring mind may stay And fix on thee and on thy grievous pain To bring it back to that right way again And being there I humbly pray the Lord Vouchsafe to bind it w th strong Sampson's cord When his hair was cut that it may always stay And never more so gad and run astray But ever keep within those blessed bounds To think on thee and on thy grievous wounds How thou endurd'st those bitter pains for me Of all man-kinde a wretch most unworthy Except thou please vouchsafe give me a call As thou did'st Peter or that blessed Saul Who persecuted thee and them were thine Yet at thy call did never once repine But presently he at that call became A painfull Preacher of thy sacred Name Now call sweet Jesu call I humbly pray That I from thee in sin no longer stay But come and wash thy blessed feet with tears Who hath freed me from all those horrid fears Were justly due unto my stony heart If it had had its onely due desert And then I hope my wearied soul shall rest In thee alone by whom 't is onely blest And wait on thee at this thy loving call Before that glorious heavenly Tribunal Where Angels sing 'fore thee continually The praises due to th' sacred Trinity There thou my minde do now set up thy rest For therein shalt thou certainly be blest And in that place be sure to spend thy life And do not prove like Lot his foolish wife But still aspire to mount aloft my soule That thou may'st be one in that
to keep my soul with thee Or else dear God I am sure it cannot be Kept safe on earth where that fierce dragon flies And doth so dazle most of all mens eyes As few are able to behold the sun Except it please the blessed Lord to come And clear their sight that they with joy may see There is no safety but O Lord in thee Then come Lord Jesus I thee humbly pray And make my soul with thee to live and stay Or else good God I can it no where hide Nor here on earth it cannot long abide Within this fleshly mansion of mine Whereon the sun hath never power to shine But by thy leave then let it Lord so be That this thy sun may please to shine on me And shield me safe from that common enemie Who doth envy both thee and them are thine From whom good God be pleas'd keep me and mine We do not prove like to the Gadarens Forsake our Saviour for to save our means But teach us Lord that we may call to minde How 'fore all worlds thou said and so assign'd That man should spend his life-time on this earth Where he at first receiv'd his vital breath And there should serve his maker God Lord As is appointed in his holy Word That when this glasse on earth shall be out-run Then doth an end of all created come And one land then against another rise And all men also arms shall exercise And yet as then shall sorrows but begin To them are clogged with their deadly sin For on this earth must be great tribulation Before that dreadfull day of desolation When shall the glorious sun all darkned be And eke the moon at that day none may see And thâ—â—e bright stars down from the sky shall fal And powrs of heaven shal then be shaken al Whereof our cannons thundring in the aire With fiery flashes flaming out their fire Which sends its smoak up to the starry skies And not unlike to mighty clouds there flies And trumpets eccho sounding every where So as no place with us is thereof clear Are perfect types of that most dismal day When th' trump shal sound loudly cal away All souls on earth their bodies for to take And 'fore the Lamb a perfect reckoning make Of each mans talent which the Lord them lent And for which cause they all were hither sent And then there shall be loud and hideous cries For hils to fall and cover them from th' eyes Of him that doth both see and knoweth all That on this earth was done or did befall Since Adams time for there is nothing can Be hid from him that first did make this man No not the secrets of the best mans heart Tho he the same did ne'r as yet impart To any creature for Jehovah he Doth all things know eke doth all things see This son of man whose glory shall appear Above the clouds of heaven up in the aire Whose glorious greatnesse then shal all men see With thousand millions in his companie Who shal collect from all these the four winds Whom s're have bin even so as he them finds And then laid ope shall be a perfect Book Wherein all flesh shall freely thereon look And each one see as it were in a glasse His guilty conscience telling what he was And then shall he set th'sheep on his right hand And keep his left side for the goatish band And then the King shall say unto the sheep Come now and take the kingdom I do keep For you that are the blessed of the Lord Who willingly obey'd and heard his word And to the wicked then the King shall say Go ye accursed and be you a pray Unto the fire which is in hell prepar'd For cursed Satan and his hellish guard O horrid fear beyond all other fears Whose force even plainly in the face appears VVhich sends its blood unto the secret heart VVho cals for help from every other part And leave the loins supporting so appal'd Like as if death on suddain had them cal'd And thereby they are all so sore aston'd As that they fall down flat upon the ground Where they do differ nought from fearful death But that as yet appears a parcell breath Which for a while a little life retains And in that passion death-like it remains Untill it please the King our blessed Lord To say to me that comfortable word Come now thou blessed hear O do thou hear What difference great between this joy fear To the righthand men come o come you blesd And to the left hand go o go you curs'd O joy beyond all other heavenly joyes Which freeth the heart from all kind of anoys And is thereby so fully fild with gladnesse That it expels from every part all sadnesse And forceth them which even now fell aston'd To leap for joy and skip above the ground And tho w th fear of late they look'd like death Yet now with joy the 're fild with store of breath And those parts which with sorrow then were dumb Do now aloud with joy cry come Lord come O come sweet Jesus I thee humbly pray Vouchsafe be pleased in my weak heart stay And strengthen't so as it may ever stand One of the blessed which are at thy right hand That I may there thy praises ever sing Which o're the earth all the heav'ns do ring O sing my soul and be thou never weary But in thy Saviour be thou alwayes merry And have a care no earthly joy remove Thy fleshly heart from th' heav'nly joy above But therein alwaies do thou take delight And in it spend thy time both day and night O let thy solace ever be therein And it will keep thee from all deadly sin And teach thee loath all earthly things to love And take delight in serving God above O love him love him that thou dead maist live And to thy Saviour be thou sure to give All that which he hath freely given to thee And then shalt thou no doubt his servant bee O blessed Lord where have I this while been Hath not my soul my sweet'st Saviour seen Or 't is some vision did to me appear Whereby it hath discovered plainly where My Saviour sitteth in his glorious throne And judgeth all on earth himself alone And there pronounceth sentence come or go The only words of greatest joy or wo That ever came to any creatures ear To make a difference betwixt joy and fear And then shall sheep and goats both of them see What they have been and what they now shall be And This sort shall of future hope dispaire Any that other not so much as have a care For their downfall but aye shall sit and sing Even allelua to our heavenly king Whose final sentence and pronounc'd decree Shall firmly stand for all eternitie From which herehence there can be no appeal But all must then have either wo or weal. O stay my soul a while and contemplate
must we for him provide Hath been your servant and so good a guide And then the son unto the father said We by his means so happy a journey made As I think half of what we have in store Is little enough if it were so much more With all my heart the old man then repli'd For he hath prov'd to us a blessed guide I am content he shall have half we have And more then half if he do more but crave Then call him in and know what is his mind Since he hath prov'd to us so firm a friend Then Tobie call'd and Raphael he obey'd And then unto him thus the old man said We know not how we shall your pains repay But half we have do take with you away It is your own for we do freely give it And more then half if you but please to have it Then he repli'd give unto God the praise For he alone it was that did you raise And he alone it was did this great thing Then be you thankfull and his praises sing For I am but that Raphael one of th' sâ—ven His holy Angels wait on him in heaven And did present to him your liberall alms And praises which you sung to him in Psalms So I am onely but the instrument 'T is he alone who hath me to you sent That I might shew to you his wonders great For I as yet did ne'r take any meat Although I seem'd indeed to you to eat And therefore now give unto God the praise And do you laud his holy name alwayes And fast and pray from praying do not lin That he may keep you from all grievous sin And let your alms be suiting to your store Of lesse give lesse and then of more give more And have a care you to him thankfull be For these great blessings he bestow'd on ye And praise sing praise to him for evermore Who is sole giver of your plenteous store Him serve him praise him do you ever fear And then will he unto your pray'rs give ear And nothing will this good God now deny Then praise sing praise to him that fits on high And look that you do all these wonders write And so did he depart out of their sight Then they down on their bended knees did fall And on the name of th' only God did call That he would please continue's blessing still If so it might stand with his blessed will And al their lives his praises they do sing Whose wondrous works o'r all the earth do ring And thankfull are for blessings he doth send And so continue unto their lives end Observe my soul what was old Tobies care To teach his son the way how to prepare Unto the place which he in heart desired The place was heav'n heav'n alone required And for direction left his son his Will To guide him th' way unto Mount Sions hill For it appears by that his will it self He car'd not much for any worldly pelf So he got heaven he sought not any more For he held that ev'n alsufficient store But few such now when most of men seek wealth And more respect it then they do their health Since want doth make most poore men be dejected And worldly wealth most rich to be respected But thou my soul tho God have made thee pore Fear not to want seeing Christ is at thy dore And will come in if thou wilt but provide An upright heart that he that may there abide For he nor likes nor loves for to be there Where th' heart lives not within its Saviour's fear But if he find a heart which proveth such Then that heart he respecteth very much And loves it dearly and will 't surely keep As one of those his well beloved sheep Here stay my soul for here is perfect love Which cometh solely from Jehova 'bove Then gain this love whats'ere it may thee cost For this love doth of all concern thee most Make use of this and here my soul observe What love it is which doth a man preserve Not love of wealth as some men use to say Nor yet of health as most do use to pray No nor of peace which all the earth desire When war hath set this wicked world on fire But peace of conscience that is aye the best And that my soul hold thou worth all the rest And doubtlesse that shalt thou thy self obtain And in that peace shalt all thy life remain Untill thou change this life on earth and then No doubt but this thy soul shal obtain heav'n There stay my soul and there set up thy rest For heaven of all homes is th' onely best And if thou canst though dearly purchase that No King on earth is seis'd of such a state Then lay out all thou hast for that rich field Where hidden treasure lieth unreveal'd It matters nothing though thou hast no more Thou shalt be rich altho thou beest made poore Stay there my soul do not here hence range But think of heav'n and of this earthly change VVhose soul though bounder'd here on earth with clay Know then no bounders that this soul can stay O what a weaknesse doth abide in me Cannot conceive what this thing soul should be Which ought all other parts in me controul Yet cannot my wit circumscribe this soul Which I well know I have in the somewhere Within my corps yet do not I know where Though each sence have its sev'rall seat beget Yet do not I know which is my souls seat Whereby I see that I my self am such And weaker far then most of men by much Since I with all that little wit I have Where my soul is I can it not conceive For I can neither see nor yet it feel Nor taste nor hear nor yet it seent or smell Still am assur'd and do right well it see That I have now a living soul in me And I do further perfectly it feel And chiefest care is for its onely weal I do it likewise in me also taste And loth I am it should within me waste I well observe my living soul I hear Pray unto God that it may live in 's fear And many a time in soul I use to smell A seent of sin when as it is not well O what a strange and hard Enigma's this Which none doth know but only th' God of blisse For he alone did it unto me give And by him onely it in me doth live For he had power to have made me a stone And then a soul had I had in me none Or if he 'd pleas'd he might made me a tree Nor then had been a living soul in me But he infus'd into this clayie slime A living Soul within his pleasing time I hope with joy shall to him go again And with him ever shall in joy remain And then I hope my weary soul shall rest In him alone by whom 't is onely blest O blessâ—d Lord which diâ— to me it give Grant it may
with madness may be overtaken For want of reason makes man be mistaken But thy case differs from this mad mans much For thy mad senses they cannot be such Seeing they their reason with them do retaine And commit sin in hope to get some gaine As pleasure profit or some private end Or somewhat else may unto pleasure tend Which to the senses plainly do appear Although in that they surely sensless are And thereby they of selves and souls make sale To gaine a thing being got's of no availe And yet by it they lose eternal bliss The onely end of perfect happiness O fondling fondling do not fool away Thy soul as thou hast done this present day For want of good and due consideration Which is a maine step to confusion Do but consider what is th' end of all And then there 's hope that thou shalt never fall Except thou be as hereto thou hast been Most wilfully bent to be loved sin And then there is not any hope of thee But for thy sin thou shalt be sure to dye And thou shalt reap the wages therefore due For pleasing sins ill pleasing death accrue Are there no threats can mollifie this heart Is' t hardned so in every several part As threats nor treats have power to enter there Till death do come and with his dart appear And then wilt thou begin with sorrow finde How Satan he hath made all of thee blinde And gull'd the so as thou shalt then well see Thy very soul within hell gates to be And then O then with sorrow thou 'lt begin To weep and grieve for this thy deadly sin When time is past and dayes one earth are done Then 't is too late for thee thy sins to shun And then thou 'lt see that thou thy self wast mad To sin so long and that without all dread And never look nor aime at that thy end For which thy God did to this earth thee send Or if sometimes thou didst yet presently Thou felst to sin and from thy Maker fly And though thy Saviour called on thee againe Yet still didst thou in that thy sin remaine And turn thy back when God himself did call And wouldst not turn thy self to God at all So as thou canst not now of right repine If he should smite this wicked heart of thine And in his anger from heaven throw it down From out his presence with an angry frown And further say unto thee Cursed go To hell which is prepared for thy wo. O wo beyond all other kinde of woes To him that runs from heaven to hell that goes O wretched wretched wretched miscreant thou To leave thy God and to his enemy bow For both of these do admit of no mean Since God and Mammon they do differ clean Then leave thy madness and do now become A new man 'fore that dreadful day of doome There 's yet some hope if thou hast any grace By help of Christ for thee to gaine a place Within that City new Jerusalem Which is prepar'd for every each one of them That to him come with humble heart and voice And in his service do live and rejoyce And do repent them of their former sin And wicked life which they have lived in Then do repent if thou hast any grace Although for it there 's but a little space The lesser time the sorrow 's so much more Then fill this short time now with sorrow store And weep and grieve for all thy sins and groan And to thy Saviour make thy sorrowful moan It may be he will please to lend his ear If that thy sorrow from heart roots appear But if thy sorrows should not come from thence Ne'er think that he will pardon thine offence Then search each hollow in thy sinful heart And look that Satan have not any part For if that feind shall have but the least share Be sure thy Saviour he will not come there For he will have thy heart himself alone And partners in it he 'll admit of none Then bend thy knees and lift to heaven thy heart That God on high may hear by whom thou art In some hope yet of gaining heavenly bliss If he 'l but say that thou art onely his VVhich he hath promised faithfully perform To all of them that to him heartily turn Then turn my soul with heart and minde and all To this good God who thee doth often call And is desirous for to receive thee If heart and minde do thereto but agree To leave thy sin and of it to repent And really with good and true intent Resolve for ever to continue free From Satan's subtil slightful gullerie And further make good restitution Of all the wrongs to any thou hast done Then willingly be sure he will thee hear And to thy suite he will apply his ear And yield thee comfort from the heavens above Thy Saviour sweet who 's God of peace and love And is desirous to have sinners all To come to him and doth them often call Then to him to him do thou freely run For he doth no man's prayers use to shun Are made in zeal but willingly will them hear And to them then most lovingly will appear And grant them all their hearts petition And of their sins a full remission But this remission thou thy self must gain VVith grief and sorrow and some bod'ly pain For all thy members must of pain partake As well thy aged limes as that thy heart Then teach thy knees that they may bow bend To God on high who did them to thee lend Not for to serve his cruel enemy But rather 't was to eschew his company Then flie him flie him and do him forsake That he be never able thee o'retake For he is alwayes waiting oportunity To wind himself into thy company And there he seemes a faithful friend to be When he 's profest thy deadliest enemy And fawnes and flatters and doth love to lye For fear that falshood thou in him might spy For he is cunning in each one of these And doth desire thy senses for to please That he with slight might so to them winde in As he may keep them still in their own sin By offering some faire goodly guilded pills Who 's golden outside 's stuft with inward ills Beware of such for such he often useth And with such shifts fond man he thee abuseth O trust him not for he 's at best a thief And seeks his own ends but in fine thy grief For he delights himself in nothing more Then to see a man who is to sin given o're And such a one he likes and loveth well And to him will he pleasing stories tell Of great contentment he shall surely have But ne'er a word as yet he 'l speak of grave Or if he do there 's time enough he 'l say Thou maist do that upon some other day But take time now whenas the time doth serve If thou intend thy soul for to preserve For time will