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War with the devil, or, The young man's conflict with the powers of darkness,…
War with the devil, or, The young man's conflict with the powers of darkness, in a dialogue discovering the corruption and vanity of youth, the horrible nature of sin, and deplorable condition of fallen man, also, a description of the power and rule of conscience, and the nature of true conversion. : To which is added, an appendix, containing a dialogue between an old apostate and a young professor, worthy the perusal of all, but chiefly intended for the instruction of the younger sort. / By B.K. author of Zion in distress, or The groans of the Protestant church.War with the devil, or, The young man's conflict with the powers of darkness, in a dialogue discovering the corruption and vanity of youth, the horrible nature of sin, and deplorable condition of fallen man, also, a description of the power and rule of conscience, and the nature of true conversion. : To which is added, an appendix, containing a dialogue between an old apostate and a young professor, worthy the perusal of all, but chiefly intended for the instruction of the younger sort. / By B.K. author of Sion in distress, or The groans of the Protestant church.
New York: printed by William Bradford, 1707
Title page typeset from the transcription.
Youth in his Unconverted state.Youth in his Ʋnconverted state.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Youth, Conscience art thou? why didst not speak ere now▪ To mind what thou dost say I can't tell how. Thou melancholy Fancy, fly from me, My pleasure I'll not leave in spite of thee. Other brave Guest, you see, to me are come, And in my House for thee there is no room▪ Dost think I will be checked by silly thought, And into snares my foolish fancy brought? Is't you which cry out Murder, only you? A Fig (alas!) for all that you can •. For though against me you do prate and preach, Your very Neck I am resolved to stretch. I'll swear, carouse and whore, say what you will, Till I have stifled you, and make you still, I'll clip your Wings, and make you see at length, I do know how to spoil you of your strength, When you do speak, I will not lend an ear; I'll make in truth as if I did not hear. If you speak loud when I am all alone, I will rise up, and straight way will be gone To the brave Boys who toss the pot about; And that's the way to wear your Patience out, I'll go to Plays and Games, and Dancing too, And ere a while, I shall be rid of you.
Youth, Conscience art thou? why did'st not speak e'er now▪ To mind what thou dost say I can't tell how. Thou melancholly Fancy, fly from me, My pleasure I'll not leave in spight of thee. Other brave Guest, you see, to me are come, And in my House for thee there is no room▪ Dost think I will be check'd by silly thought, And into snares my foolish fancy brought? Is't you which cry out Murther, only you? A Fig (alas!) for all that you can •. For though against me you do prate and preach, Your very Neck I am resolv'd to stretch. I'll swear, corouse and whore, say what you will, Till I have stiffled you, and make you still, I'll clip your Wings, and make you see at length, I do know how to spoil you of your strength, When you do speak, I will not lend an ear; I'll make in truth as if I did not hear. If you speak loud when I am all alone, I will rise up, and straight way will be gone To the brave Boys who toss the pot about; And that's the way to wear your Patience out, I'll go to Plays and Games, and Dancing too, And e'er a while, I shall be rid of you.