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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▪ Tush s•lly fool, kick Conscience quite away, Ne'er mind his motions, nor what he does ••y. I stifled him, and that a good while since, And took revenge of his Proud Insolence▪ His gasping groans I no ways did regard, But let my heart against him grow so hard, That I do judge I have his business done. He's dead, in truth, and to dark silence gone, That now I can without the l•st control, Have any pleasure which delights my Soul.
Apostate▪ Tush s•lly fool, kick Conscience quite away, Ne'er mind his motions, nor what he does ••y. I stifl'd him, and that a good while since, And took revenge of his Proud Insolence▪ His gasping groans I no ways did regard, But let my heart against him grow so hard, That I do judge I have his business done. He's dead, in truth, and to dark silence gone, That now I can without the l•st controul, Have any pleasure which delights my Soul.
Professor Ah, Sir, go on, if that's the choice you make, I never will such cursed Counsel take. Who ever doth his Conscience so abuse, Doth his dear Maker in like manner use And though in you, poor Conscience now lies s•ain In the' Judgment day he will revive again, And then against you his sad witness b•a•, And in your face most ghast fully will st•re You'll have the worst at last, I grieve to see You hardened thus in your iniquity.