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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
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Apostate. Is't not the fancy of thy crazy-head? I have likewise of such a Canaan read; It may be so, or so it may not be, It ne'er seemed real truly unto me. Who would for things which so uncertain are, Such losses suffer, and such labour bear. A bird in the' hand's worth two i'th'bush, ye know, This Zeal (poor Lad) will work thy overthrow.
Apostate. Is't not the fancy of thy crasy-head? I have likewise of such a Canaan read; It may be so, or so it may not be, It ne'er seem'd real truly unto me. Who would for things which so uncertain are, Such losses suffer, and such labour bear. A bird i'th' hand's worth two i'th'bush, ye know, This Zeal (poor Lad) will work thy overthrow.
Professor. You vainly talk, and live by fight and sense, I walk by faith, which is the evidence Of things not seen, here with an outward eye. What thou seest not, I clearly do espy, 'Tis not the fancy of a crazy-brain, For Moses, that its glory he might gain, All Egypts Treasure quickly did forego, Was that the way unto his overthrow? No, no, dear Sir, he saw it was the way To peace and honour in another day; The glory real, did his Soul behold, To be so great, that never can be told. If thou hadst drunk but of its glorious springs, Thou wouldst it prize above all Earthly things, ⟨p. 115⟩If thou hadst tasted but of Canaan's honey Thou wouldst esteem it more than bags of Money, Although' I make, alas, a poor profession, Yet I have now something in my possession, Locked up most safe in my refreshed breast More rare than Pearls within a golden Chest. True peace of Conscience, that, through' grace I have Which passeth all mens knowledge to conceive. I would of it not be deprived again, If that I might ten thousand worlds obtain.
Professor. You vainly talk, and live by fight and sense, I walk by faith, which is the evidence Of things not seen, here with an outward eye. What thou see'st not, I clearly do espy, 'Tis not the fancy of a crasy-brain, For Moses, that its glory he migh gain, All Egypts Treasure quickly did forego, Was that the way unto his overthrow? No, no, dear Sir, he saw it was the way To peace and honour in another day; The glory real, did his Soul behold, To be so great, that never can be told. If thou had'st drunk but of its glorious springs, Thou would'st it prize above all Earthly things,