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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. What! can't I •ly from thee▪ nor thee subdue? Then I entreat thee, Conscience, don't pursue, Nor follow me so close; forbear a while, Don't yet my Beauty, nor my pleasure spoil. This is my Spring and flower of my Age; Oh! pity me, and cease thy bitter rage: Don't crop the tender Bud, it is too green: Oh! let me have those days others have seen, Forbear thy hand till my wild Oats are sown; •hey must be ripe also, before they're mown; Thou hast forborne with some for a long time, That which I ask of thee is but the Prime, Of those good days which God bestows on me, Oh, that it might but once obtained be! •Tis time enough for to adhere to thee, After I've spent my time in Gallantry, •n earth's sweet joy and such transcendent pleasures, which Young Men do esteem the chiefest Treasures.
Youth. What! can't I •ly from thee▪ nor thee subdue? Then I entreat thee, Conscience, don't pursue, Nor follow me so close; forbear a while, Don't yet my Beauty, nor my pleasure spoil. This is my Spring and flower of my Age; Oh! pity me, and cease thy bitter rage: Don't crop the tender Bud, it is too green: Oh! let me have those dayes others have seen, Forbear thy hand till my wild Oats are sown; •hey must be ripe also, before they're mown; Thou hast forborn with some for a long time, That which I ask of thee is but the Prime, Of those good days which God bestows on me, Oh, that it might but once obtained be! •Tis time enough for to adhear to thee, After I've spent my time in Gallantry, •n earth's sweet joy and such transcendent pleasures, •hich Young Men do esteem the chiefest Treasures.