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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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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.
Professor Ah, Sir, go on, if thats 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 I'th' 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'l have the worst at last, I grieve to see You hardned thus in your iniquity.
Apostate. My sorrow's gone, but thine, alas! will double, Concerning me thy self do thou not trouble. The storms and blustering winds are over-past, And very safe I am arrived at last, In that same Port where Princes do delight For to repose and harbour day and night, Tossed I have been upon the boisterous Seas, And 'till of late ne'er could find rest nor ease. But now I am safely landed, and with good Shall satisfied be, whilst thou art tossed in the' flood. Thou shalt, poor Youth, in dreadful storms be hurled Whilst I shall find a very quiet World. All thy best days are gone, and plunged thou'•t be Into sad Gulfs of woeful Misery. Unless thou dost recant and stop thy course, Thou'lt see things with thee will grow worse & worse. Those fools who do their nicer Conscience mind, Ere long they shall but little friendship find.