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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. 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.
Apostate. My sorrow's gone, but thine, alas! will double, Concerning me thy self do thou not trouble. The storms and blustring 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, Toss'd I have been upon the boistrous 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 toss'd i'th' flood. Thou shalt, poor Youth, in dreadful storms be hurl'd Whilst I shall find a very quiet World. All thy best days are gone, and plung'd thou'•t be Into sad Gulfs of woful 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, E're long they shall but little friendship find.
Professor. Sir, Storms and Tempests, do I know, attend, Those who resolve poor Conscience to befriend, Paul's Portion 'twas, who from his very youth Had kept good Conscience, and obeyed the truth. He met with blustering winds, was tossed about, Yet did bear up for Canaan most devout, Till he at last the glorious voyage made, Getting the Crown which never away shall fade. All those who sailed this way, have all along Met with groat opposition and much wrong From Pirates, Spoilers, and usurpers, who Contrived have the Righteous to undo.