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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. Be silent Truth, leave o•, for I c•n't •ear Your whining strains, nor will I l••g•r […] ⟨p. 24⟩Such melancholy Whimsies, they're such stuff, Which suits not with my age: I have enough O• it already, and also of you, S••h you my in 'rest strive to overthrow. When I appealed to you I was perplexed, And with sad melancholy sorely vexed: But since I do perceive the Storm is o'er, You I don't think to trouble any more. Long winded Sermons, Sir, I do not love, Nor of your Doctrine in the least approve. No liberty to me I see you'll give, In sweet delights and pleasures for to live. I don't intend Fanatic yet to turn, Nor after such distracted People run; An easier way to Heaven I do know, And therefore, Sir, Farewell, farewell, to you. My bride, my sports, and my old company, I will enjoy, and all my bravery I will hold fast, yea, wantonly fulfil My fleshly mind, say Preachers what they will?
Youth. Be silent Truth, leave o•, for I c•n't •ear Your wh•ning strains, nor will I l••g•r 〈…〉 ⟨p. 24⟩Such melancholy Whimsies, they're such stuff, Which suits not with my age: I have enough O• it already, and also of you, S••h you my in 'rest strive to overthrow. When I appeal'd to you I was perplext, And with sad melancholy sorely vext: But since I do perceive the Storm is o're, You I don't think to trouble any more. Long winded Sermons, Sir, I do not love, Nor of your Doctrine in the least approve. No liberty to me I see you'll give, In sweet delights and pleasures for to live. I don't intend Phanatick yet to turn, Nor after such distracted People run; An easier way to Heaven I do know, And therefore, Sir, Farewel, farewel, to you. My bride, my sports, and my old company, I will enjoy, and all my bravery I will hold fast, yea, wantonly fulfil My fleshly mind, say Preachers what they will?