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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, For all your Courage, Sir, I do suppose, You will repent that ever you have chose To leave the Comforts of a precious World, And with sound zeal thus blindly to be hurl'• You are a man that might […] be Unto great honour, state and dignity. Your Father's Master of a good Estate, And you too are his heir, I •ear of late. But if you don't this new Religion leave, One Groat of him you are not like to have.
Apostate, For all your Courage, Sir, I do suppose, You will repent that ever you have chose To leave the Comforts of a preci•us World, And with sound zeal thus blindly to be hurl'• You are a man that might 〈…〉 be Unto great honour, state and di•nitie. Your Father's Master of a good Estate, And you too are his heir, I •ear of late. But if you don't this new Religion leave, One Groat of him you are not like to have.
Professor, This World in a just Balance oft I try, And find it lighter far than Vanity. Riches, alas! they are but bags of cares, And honours nought, save fool-bewitching snare• Your outward joy will turned be to sadness Your pleasure into pain, your wisdom's madness▪ You catch at nothing, 'tis at best a bubble, Which long you cannot keep, although' you double Your diligence, and think to hold it fast, 'Twill fly with speed, 'tis but an empty blast. What frantic fit is this? Will you destroy Your higher hopes for such a fancied joy? This World's just like th'S•rump•t, of whom •'•e rea•, Who with sweet Fumes iniceh to her Bed. With amorous Glances promises a bliss, And hides destruct on with a feigned Kiss. She has her Tricks, and her ensnaring Wiles, But lodges Death under deceitful Smiles. Se ugs te Sul she tes, yea, and doth prove A very Judas where she feigns to love.