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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, 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 in•ice•h 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. S•e •ugs t•e S•ul she ••tes, yea, and doth prove A very Judas where she feigns to love. ⟨p. 125⟩Take heed therefore, lest you be catched in the' snare, And buy your late Repentance much too dear. These Comforts here, which you do precious call, Each wise man sees they're vain and flitting all. To think I should repent, no cause is there, If things by you rightly considered were. What Moses chose of Old, the same do I, All vain allurements I do quite defy. […] knew, when first my Journey I did take, I must my Fathers house learn to forsake. •n Abraham's steps I am resolved to go, What-ever I exposed am unto. What-e'er I lose, Christ will make't up to me, When • of Canaan shall possessed be. I seek no honour here from any one, True honour comes (dear Sir) from God alone.▪ To be an Heir unto a great Estate, Or Son unto some earthly Potentate, s nought to what, by Grace, am born to. My Portion's great, i know not how to show I'm heir unto the mighty King of heaven. To me, ere-long, sweet Canaan will be given. I do resolve to hold out to the end, Although' I han't one Groat nor earthly Friend To favour me; I never will return Until this glorious Canaan I have won.