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A16663	The last trumpet: or, a six-fold Christian dialogue Viz, 1 Betweene death, the flesh, and the soule. 2 Between the Divell, the flesh, and the world. ... 6 Betweene the soule and the city of God. Translated from the elegant Latine prose of Richard Brathvvait Esquire, into English verse, by Iohn Vicars.; Novissima tuba. English	Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673.; Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652.	1635 (1635)	STC 3569; ESTC S106132	46,858	112

presuppos'd It could not be begirt and so enclos'd Di. Well well forbeare I can no longer beare thee Or hold thy peace or I 'll no longer heare thee But if thou thus me crosse and contradict I 'll on thee soone my utmost rage inflict Fl. Thou canst not hurt one-haire upon my head Vnlesse my Maker hath so ordered Meane-while I 'll heare what exhortation fine Thou giv'st the World to act all thy designe Di. I 'll let thee heare if so thou wilt conceale it Fl. Nay whatsoere I heare I 'll sure reveale it Lest others which thy counsels do not know Through ignorance themselves do overthrow Di. Thou treacherous slut go on then do thy worst If thou forsake me I have others nurs't And nuzled-up and those of thine owne kinne And neere acquaintance who have ever binne My farre more constant active instruments Clinging close to me with their full consents Fl. I doubt it not But O that it might be That them by grace I throughly clens'd could see Then they with me would quickly thee forsake And faithfully their soules their soveraignes make Di. Come thou to me my World lend thou thine eare Thou all my crafts counsels now shalt heare Wo. Speak on great Sir thy world is stil and mute bold To heare thy hests and then to execute Di. Brave World my most renowned Champion By whom I most of my large Empire hold Whom whither I may praise for readinesse To my commands or for selfe-nimblenesse In thy inchanting Arts I know not well So bravely thou in both dost beare the bell Meane-while what may I thee most fitly name A theatre full of contentions flame Where all do act their parts contend and strive But very few with victorie do thrive Thou hast circensean-games those pristine sports Which have beene exercis'd in Romes rare Courts And those most exquisitely ready made Where each may his affected course invade Where thou shalt finde a Miscellanie strange All of all sorts in their base courses range There first and worst of all thou maist behold The avaricious greedy after gold Who want as well the wealth already got As that they tugge and toyle for and have not Who ride and run and sweat and sweare and lye By right or wrong by force of fallacie To gather heaps of wealth and hoorded gaine In using which as hopelesse and as vaine As if they never had them in their hands In which respect here all the difference stands Twixt greedy havers and those nothing-having That these in wanting those themselues depraving Of use of what they have their state do show Either things wanted they do covet so That they may have them or things now enjoy'd They feare to loose or lest they be destroy'd They filthy gaine before plaine losse esteeme And wealth got any way they pleasant deeme All nets and snares all gins and grins they lay To compasse coyne and make a gainfull prey If profit but peep out with halfe an eye Then are they tickled netled eagerly They itch to be made rich and flie to gaine They Grace neglect which makes me laugh amaine They sing with franticks and with fooles they run T' a painted paire of stocks where th' are undone For what else do they but make their owne snares Whiles hoording gold they heape up galling cares Who knows not how that Achans wedge of gold And Dagons house them to destruction sold Yet with such subtill shifts I use to hide And cloake and palliate their poysonous-side That not least glimpse of my-sly-worke appeares Nor of their owne-salvations-losse least feares And how indeed should they or feare or flie The danger which they cannot finde or spie Riches are got with toyle are kept with care With envy and distrust encreased are At last with gripes of conscience griefe of heart Or they from us or we from them must part Yet these the vicious Avaricious-man Idolatrously love yea worship can And in his heart to them a Church erects For that man worships which he most affects They then that prize gold more than God above Their goods as gods land as their Lord they love Next my brave World within thy compasse wide The puft-Ambitious round about do ride And these are alwayes fowlers for high honours On highest turrets to erect their banners And for this end sleepe from their eyes they banish And from their minds sweet rest peace doth vanish Proudly they perk aloft unsafely sit Headlong they tumble when their barke is split Wherein they me their Prince right personate Who higher raisde fell more precipitate Briefly here in thy courts take their carreire Voluptuous-wantons who no colour feare Who for a little posting-shade of pleasure Hazard salvation soules eternall treasure Here also run the Wrathfull fretfull Rout Who swell and swagger rage and rave about Who Salamander-like live best in fire Whose gratefull works answer my great desire For if Peace-makers be Gods sonnes esteem'd Then sure peace-breakers must my sons be deem'd Here run the rabble of hels Envious elves Who pine at others but most pinch themselues Who are much vexed at their neighbours joy And no lesse jocond at their great annoy Whose base and most malicious inclination Is unto me of passing acceptation Here finally are sottish-Sluggish-ones Who passe their lives like lifelesse lazie-drones All these do ramble in thy circle round By whom our treasurie most rich is found For as Saints souls are Gods best treasures deem'd So I their spoile have my best sport esteem'd Then buckle to thy businesse play thy part Now let me see thine active expert heart I may suggest foule facts unto the thought Thou must them urge see thē throughly wrought But if thou long our Empire to enlarge Thou must most chiefly execute this charge Namely ith'first place to remove or stay Occasions tending to good any way Thou many-men I thinke and hope shalt finde To let alone forbidden-things enclinde More out of shame or feare than for good-will This shame thou from their minds must push-off still That neither sense nor shamefac'dnesse therein May curbe or keepe them backe from any sinne This if thou dost as easily thou mayst If thou flinch not nor from my counsell stray'st That goodly troope and traine of seeming-Saints Shall bare and blinde and snar'd in sins constraints Run●e after thee and thou with cords of vice Shalt them to dance after thy pipe entice And draw them up and downe from sinne to sinne From one lust to another them to winne And thus they tyr'd and myr'd with sins at length Shall passe before their driver voyd of strength Meanewhile my selfe will nothing intermit Which may my thrones enlargement fully fit And if thou shew thy selfe my servant true I 'll pay thy worke the wages just and due I as thou know'st right well will exercise That expert art practis'd by hunters wise Who hunt in garments greene like groves and woods Wherby the Deere which 'bout the mountains scuds They at

justly too For a domesticke foe Wounds the more deeply gives the deadlier blow But what hast thou beene doing all this while Why dost thou thus waste time my hopes beguile What wilt thou now prove turne-coat backward flye And leave me in my most necessity Fl. Alas I know not what to doe or say My Mistresse hath me starv'd and pin'd away And to hard fastings she harsh stripes does adde I wretch am nought but skin and bone too bad Whereby I am not unto lust incited Nor with lascivious mo●ions ought delighted If I to walke abroad to friends affect I am recall'd shut up and soundly checkt If I desire full feasts enflam'd with wine She useth on me most sharpe discipline What ere is irkesome to me she commands What ere delightsome stricktly she withstands Then in this case alas what should I doe I cannot her content and yet serve you Di. Thou say'st most true But how may this thing be That she should so much curb and bridle thee What hast thou lost all power of reluctations All thy most slye acustom'd inchantations I have thee knowne a most facetious-Lasse A nimble Artist apt to bring to passe With fine insinuations her to prove And so thy selfe t'ingratiate in her love Where are those fiery tickling darts layd by Wherewith thy soule thou woundedst frequently Where are I say those carnall cogitations Which with importunate rife molestations Did beat upon thy heart occasioned By drinke sleepe pleasure flesh-much pampered Hast thou forgot that death first entrance made At those two windowes which the soule betrayd Where are then those bright sparkling lights most fayre Which us'd to be ensnar'd and to ensnare Canst thou behold no face as thy fit prize Or hast thou pull'd-out lust-alluring eyes Or is 't for love of vertue my chiefe foe That thou dost lifes sweet pleasures thus forgoe Fl. My Mistresse 't is that on me does inflict A rigid sparing course and life most strict Di. And what of that must thou therfore be nice Fle. O Sir a moderate life does murther vice Quite quencheth lust doth valiant vertue nourish Corroborates the soule makes the minde flourish And elevate it selfe to things above Whereby it comes to passe that I still prove More faint and feeble she more active is She stronger I more weake to doe a misse Di. Thou dost endure sharp slavery indeed I wish thee then shake off thy yoake with speed Deale roundlier with thy soule her tartly chide For if so Saint-like she in thee abide And exercise on thee such holinesse Thou loosest me and dost thy selfe distresse Thou must therefore beginnings most withstand And have this Sentence ready still at hand Pleasure is of all ill the luscious meat This thou must sugredly suggest repeat Vnto the minde of thy great Mistresse faire With this thou must her heart entice ensnare Which part by thee with wit and craft well playd Thou hast the day and victour shalt evade Fl. But these mine armes unarmed are and faint My courage dead I can me not acquaint With earths delights nor seeke nor yet suggest To any pleasures for I them detest My nimblenesse of wit doth faile me quite Connative-lust in me hath lost it's might I see not ought unlawfully to will I more wish food than pleasures to fulfill Di. I is it so returne then to thy dust Thou art not worthy my least love or trust Yet stay a while for I 'll to thee call forth My other agent of more precious worth Which with more care and sedulous respect Will all my high designes fully effect ●ome neere most worthy World my stedfast friend My matchlesse Mouse-trap whereinto I send Besotted sinners who with heedlesse hearts Are caught whiles they neglect soule-saving parts Thou world I say who when thou seem'st to smile Dost much more hurt than when thou dost turmoile And when thou dost entice to be affected Art most to be avoyded disrespected Then with supine neglect to be despised When men by thee are forced or advised Hence 't is that they which have thy favour found Are like those men which in deep seas are drownd Wo. Sir I am ready and most promptly prest In all things to performe your high behest Most forward free t' endure all labours great To suffer pinching hunger cold or heat Yea and what not whereby I may expresse My bounden Best to you with eagernesse Di. Hark dost thou hear my most obsequious Client How readily addrest how prest and pliant With all approved care his best to bend The confines of our Kingdome to extend Fl. I heare right well and cannot choose but smile D. What makes thee smile thou thin-skin'd quean most vile Fl. His madnes which a measure doth surmount D. But my wise world does thee most sottish count Whose rigid life thy life hath well nigh spent And strooke thee dead to pleasure and content Fl. Nay rather But what rage of slavish sinne Does vexe and much perplex all those within Which thirst so after worlds Wormewood and Gall And following him doe on lifes shipwracke fall Enduring thus much mischiefe and the power Of impious tyranny soules to devoure D. What 's this who made thee such a Preacher pray Fl. She which me governs and whom I obey Di. A wretched service 't is to be regarded Where a sharpe-life is for full-pay rewarded Fl. Nay rather hee 's to foolish bondage bent Which serves the wrangling-Divell nere content Di. Is 't possible thou should'st thus saucie be I 'll plague this-pride with all extremity Fl. Your threatnings great doe little me affright I need not feare the Divels fraud or might Having the Lord farre stronger on my part I know ther 's nothing sweeter to thy heart Than at thy pleasure me to make to sin And having sinn'd mine overthrow to win But now at last I have resolv'd to leave Thy slavish yoake which did me long bereave Of my best liberty for now I see How many sinnes so many Divels in me And that unlesse I these from me expell The others will within me lurke and dwell But thou hast surely lost a Mayd of me And blest be heaven whose grace hath set me free The flesh well rul'd is servant to the soule If this doe rule the other 's in controule Wo. Intollerable is thine insolence To heare thee longer I want patience Fl. And want it still who cares for that I pray Wo. Thou shouldst I think give to thy elder way Fl. My elder that thou art indeed I grant Not better whiles th' art Sathans stiffe servant Wo. Why what hadst thou been prethee without mee Fl. Nay but for me what had become of thee Wo. The World I surely evermore had bin Fl. Nay rather a wilde Desert empty thin For what 's the world if men do it not furnish And what is man if flesh do him not garnish Di. Thou arguest wittily But yet I say The world begirts and hems thee every way Fl. But were not flesh in being

My joy in God and so my soule deceive Sin But yet for all this this worlds happinesse For other I know none I still professe Is the most excellent and much depends On choice of merry-mates and joviall-friends On hunting after honours heaping treasures And on enjoying various sorts of pleasures But these belike are wholly opposite To vertues practise and approv'd delight Con. Thou art mistaken Vertues are indeed True riches not base wealth which earth doth breed Worlds wealth to serue is God to disobay And though worlds-service does to worldlings pay Some seeming joy yet ever more Gods Saints Finde it a clog and cause of great complaints These do it estimate their prime perfection To passe this desert by Gods Spirits direction This state of grace heav'ns glorious place they count To be neere-kinne and long to climbe that Mount The worth of all this world hels worke they deeme Earths honours they earths tumours do esteeme But to performe Gods sacred will and pleasure They count their souls most high and happy treasure Sin What prat'st thou of thy silly Saints to me They are not of my fold nor ere will be And their encrease does decrease my great powers But who comes yonder a true friend of ours My docible young scholler Man no Saint And that 's my joy whom I must now acquaint With my rare rudiments For I suppose What 's humane touching vice within him grows Man Aye me of all men living most forlorne I too-too long in silence have forborne But now I neither can nor will forbeare Wilt thou not cease to hunt me every where Sin T is thou that hunts and haunts me to and fro Ma. I must confesse it but for doing so I now am overwhelm'd with woe and shame Yet this my sense of sins most deadly blame Being the first and firme step to salvation Makes me find hope of my Regeneration Sin How 's that this gives me very poore content Ma. I do confesse I say with full assent That I have finn'd and it was onely I Not foolish fortune or my destiny No nor the devill but evill in mine owne brest I therefore onely 'gainst my selfe protest And if I should thee O my conscience blame Or thinke my sinne from any other came I to those dogges might be resembled right Which as divine Plato doth truly write Do snap and snarle and bite the rowling stone Cast at them but regard not whence t was throwne No rather now at last with weeping eyes And wofull heart against my selfe I rise Whom I have made my worst intestine foe And treacherously ensnar'd my soule in woe Nor do I onely 'gainst my selfe thus rise But make a serious solemne-vow likewise Heav'n ratifie the same that I will ever From this time forward use my best endevour That thou O sinne shipwracke of mans salvation Shalt nere in me have willing habitation But if by force thou wilt breake in againe Yet thou shalt never domineere and raigne Con. A pious vow and godly resolution The Lord will surely bring to blest conclusion Ma. I doubt it not and therefore will persist And since I seeme of two parts to consist A Soule and Bodie If the first of these By any smallest sinne hath least disease It stings and wrings thee strait with bitter s●art O my syntericke sinne-opposing-part I therefore purpose a new course to take Whereby my conscience I may chearfull make Whereby my soule I may with grace renourish And my internall family may flourish And as for thee my flesh since thou art apt To draw in sinne and be by sinne entrapt Yea Sin as water to drinke in and sucke And he which addeth sin to sin doth plucke And hale his soule to hell as with a rope Thou delicate fine-Philistine I hope I shall thee tame new-mould and mortifie Nere let thee rest till thou with me comply To dye to sinne till I have runne my race All this I trust by power of heavenly grace Con. Most sweetly thou resolv'st O ever may God by his Spirit perfect it I pray Sin Well if thou me forsake I 'll others finde Who will me entertaine and use more kinde For whiles on earth there any men remaine I make no doubt but I shall rule and raigne Ma. But I will frustrate all thy hope in me If to my votes my God propitious be Now then my conscience let us both go in And since we are thus fairely freed of Sinne So hatefull to us both now mutually Let us rejoyce with sweet tranquility An end of the fourth Dialogue The fift DIALOGUE Betweene God and the Soule The Argument of the fift Dialogue God here the Soule most kindly greets With many sacred sugred sweets Even wooes the Soule free-love t' embrace Assures it of assistant-grace The sanctified-soule complies Bewailes her faint infirmities Resignes her selfe to Gods dispose And with his holy-call doth close God helps it on with faire directions And cheeres it on with sweet affections The Soule thus on Gods leasure waits Till He to glory It translates God A Rise my Love my Dove most pure and faire To come to Me make haste thy selfe prepare Soule What sacred voyce is this blest invitations Candy'd with such sweet loving compellations G. His who creating thee inspir'd thy life Inspiring it espons'd thee as his wife S. My great Creator and my glorious King G. Yea thy free-lover whence thy good doth spring S. I know thee O my God that thou art he Who fully freely firmly lovest me Since for my sake thy Sonne thou hast not spar'd To free me when to hell I was ensnar'd G. My Sonne I gave yea and mine onely Sonne That thou might'st not for ever be undone S And what deare God shall I repay to thee G. Nothing but love for love which pleaseth me S. What heart O Lord can be so stupifide As by thy love not to be mollifide G. That heart which hides the favours I bestow S. Lord what have I that did not from thee flow G. Returne me thanks then that thou mayst have more For grateful hearts do find my favours store S. Let my poore prayer good God ascend to thee That thy rich grace my so descend on me For by thee onely 't is I life retaine To thee then wholly Me I give againe G. Thou giv'st thy selfe to me t is well But where Where are the fruits that thou to me dost beare S. Alas O Lord what fruits can I expresse As of my selfe till thou me till and dresse If thou vouchsafe upon my heart thy field To sow such seeds as may thee good fruit yeild Thou must O Lord by thy blest hand of grace First plucke up all my weeds of vices base G. Thou say'st most true But wilt thou willingly Submit thy selfe to graces-husbandrie S. O burne me bruise me breake me heere O Lord So thou hereafter mercy dost afford O let that hand that form'd me me reforme Let it correct so it to thee conforme G. Draw

with thy gracious resolution Bring all to holy happie Execution Live heere as other Saints a little space Then thou in Heaven shalt have a glorious Place The end of the fifth Dialogue The sixt DIALOGUE Betweene the Soule and the City of God The Argument of the sixth Dialogue The Soule being here in heav'n suppos'd And in its longed joyes repos'd Gods holy City is brought in It s gracious welcome to begin And to the Soule to demonstrate Its most victorious glorious state The Soule is ravisht with delight At its coelestiall sacred sight Reproves the worlds fond aberration Neglecting this so great Salvation Whereof it-selfe thus now possest Abides in endlesse Peace and Rest. ALL-haile most holy City of the Lord What glorious sights are these thou dost afford Most blessed Spouse of Christ beloved Bride What amiable joyes in thee abide What sacred songs what musicke doe I heare What heavenly Hymnes with most melodious cheere Doe chant about mine eares in every street What pleasant fruit-trees O what Manna sweet Doe I here see and savour touch and taste In midst of what sweet pleasures am I plac'd What precious prizes are there heere afforded O what most glorious matters are recorded Of thee blest City of our God of love And that most justly for all true I prove For in thee is indeed a habitation Of onely such as joy with exultation Even here where 't is more difficult to say What is not here than what is to display Yea though mine eloquence did all 's excell Yet could I not its glory truely tell C. Now then most welcome soule from this blest sense Thou feel'st and find'st by good experience That one day in Gods house is better biding Than elsewhere are a thousand dayes residing S. I finde it so indeed and one day here Doth an eternall day to me appeare To which no yesterday gives any place Nor any morrow makes to end its race Where nothing is that was not first here flowing Or which already is not here full growing So sweet and pleasant is this lasting light So full of rare and ravishing delight That if the soule could it enjoy no more Than but one-houre and so must give it ore Even for this-onely sweet the pleasures rife And flowing temp'rall-ioyes of all Mans life Though ere so many yeeres spent jollily Ought all to be contemn'd most worthily For in thy sight O God a thousand yeeres As yesterday instantly past appeares C. But say sweet soule what dost thou now esteem Of that most slippery-age What dost thou deeme And judge of those thy former dayes now past Those fleeting-yeeres quite spent and could not last And which shall nere-returne What thinkst thou say Of that fast fleeting time now fled away All that is past thereof is now no more And all to come thereof none can restore What of that-day whose morning-houres are fled Whose afternoones are not recovered What of that-houre whose minutes from thee sliding For their remainder there was no abiding Are not all these as if they neere had beene Compar'd with this blest state thou now art in For in this most desiderable Land No troubling-toyle is to be tooke in hand No pining pinching-paine is to be borne No griefe whereby the Heart is hurt or torne But heer 's the highest honour to be had Heer 's mutuall-mutuall-love to make the Heart most glad Heere thou by knowing perfectly shall see Heere by delighting thou shalt loving be Heere by possessing thou shalt ever praise Heere to thy God be chanting heavenly-Layes Whom thou shalt see to satisfie thy pleasure Whom thou shalt have to fill thy will full-measure Whom thou shalt to thy joy enjoy for ever Whom thou to love and laud shalt aye persever Where thou shalt flourish in eternity Where thou shalt glister in pure verity Where thou shalt shine in perfect purity Where thou shalt joy in sweet security Where thou shalt finde endlesse stability Of perfect-knowledge rare facility Of sweet-repose and rest a happy sense Of all that may content the Quintessence O how can I describe sufficiently This Holy-Cities faire felicity Whose Citizens are blessed Angels bright Whose Temple is the Father of all Light Whose splendour is the Sonne of Righteousnesse Whose glorious-love the Spirit doth expresse S. O sacred-City joyes variety O blessed state of Saints society C. And we reciprocally are as glad Of this thy fellowship with us now had As wee are of our-owne blest happinesse For thou dost now so sweet a place possesse Where One soules comfort comforts all the rest None heere anothers-good doth ill-digest But each of us does take as much delight In others blisse as in his proper right S. O then how happy is my blessed-state Whom such choice mates doe so associate So many sacred Citizens doe meete So lively lovely Saints so kindely greete How sweet was this blest Cities meditation To me when I on earth had habitation But O how much more sweetnesse doe I taste To be in it of it belov'd embrac'd To contemplate my soules faire Bridegroome blest My soules sweet soule my Prince of glorious rest C. But come faire sister give me now thy hand And thou shalt in me see and understand Our yet more sacred sweets our mansions faire Glistring with gems and precious stones most rare I will thee into our Wine-Cellars guide Where Flagons full of purest wine abide Into our Refectorie choicely deckt With heauenly dainties palates to affect Where neither longing doth ingender paine Nor fulnesse doth least nauseousnesse containe Where neither he that eates is over-cloyd Nor what is eaten is not full-supply'd Where ever over-flowing flouds of pleasure Will cheere thy soule in most abundant measure And will thy heavenly heart inebriate With love-divine yet still most temperate Here run pure Rivers of the wat'r of life Here are faire meads gardens of pleasures rife Here 's augmentation of felicity Glories-encreasings with sure constancie Beds of delight boards of aboundant joy All that may comfort nothing to annoy Yea from this mount of savorie spices rare Behold at full a heavenly mirrour faire And therein see Saints glistring splendour bright And all their honour of majesticke might In this faire port of peace is labours rest This creeke of comfort foes cannot infest Here being safty with eternity Contentive joy with full satiety With various noveltie all rare delight And sugred sweetnesse in Gods sacred sight S. And who would not both long and like it best To set downe here his everlasting rest Both for its peace and for its pleasant light For its eternitie and Gods blest sight In ever knowing God the Fathers power The wisedome of the Sonne in 's heavenly bower The holy Spirits tender clemencie To have full knowledge of the Trinitie C. T is true sweet soule Gods secrets open be There he will befull seene and lov'd of thee S. O blessed-vision in himselfe seene trim To see God in us and our selues in him C. Yea to see him who