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The day of doom
The day of doom: or, A poetical description of the Great and Last Judgment. With a short discourse about eternity. / By Michael Wigglesworth, teacher of the church at Maldon, in N.E.
Boston: printed by B. Green for Benjamin Eliot, 1701
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(89) You prayed & wept, you Fast-days kept;1 but did you this to me? No, but for sin, you s••ght to win, the greater liberty. For all your vaunts, you had vile haunts, for which your Consciences Did you alarm, whose voice to charm you used these practices.
(89) You pray'd & wept, you Fast-days kept;1 but did you this to me? No, but for sin, you s••ght to win, the greater libertie. For all your vaunts, you had vile haunts, for which your Consciences Did you alarm, whose voice to charm you us'd these practices.
(90) Your Penitence, your diligence to Read, to Pray, to Hear,1 Were but to drown the clamorous sound of Conscience in your ear. If light you loved, vain-glory moved your selves therewith to store, That seeming wise, men might you prize, and honour you the more.
(90) Your Penitence, your diligence to Read, to Pray, to Hear,1 Were but to drown'd the clamorous sound of Conscience in your ear. If light you lov'd, vain-glory mov'd your selves therewith to store, That seeming wise, men might you prize, and honour you the more.