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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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These Waldenses being overcome and dead, A little Remnant, that escaped, fled, Taught by Dame Natures Moral Laws to save Their much desired lives within a Cave Did hide themselves, hoping at last, that they Taking advantage of an another Day, When Golden Titan had laid down his head, upon the pillows of his Western Bed, And Pr•serp•na, Lady of the Night, Had drown her Sable Curtains, then they might Transport themselves into some other Land, And so escape out of the Hunters hand. But as the Hound that hunts the wearied Heart, Doth ply their steps and never will depart The Fields and Meadows or the silent Wood Till they Surprise the Beast; even so these blood▪ Devouring Monsters having found the Cave, Most barbarously did make that place their grave, Wherein four hundred yielding up their breath, Were in a barbarous manner choked to death. No Nation in the World hath ever seen, • Foe so dreadful as the Whore has been, ⟨p. 144⟩It is far better to be overcome By Turk or Heathen than by Christian Rome. What part of Europe now can make their boast, And say they have not tasted to their cost Of Romish Mercy? Some are yet alive, Whose Parents felt the Death she did contrive. O Germans! thy poor distressed Estate Will speak to future Ages, and relate Whole volumes of her bloody Murders, and The Murdered Souls of bleeding Ireland Cry night and day for Vengeance, and implore Gods Heaven enthroned Majesty e'er more, To put a period to her Hellish Power, That we may overtake her in an hour. Those dreadful Murders, have the eyes and ears Of some now living, heard and seen the Tears Of Soul-afflicted Parents, whose sad eyes Beheld their Murdered Babes, and heard their cries. Their Daughters Ravished, and when that was done. Cruelly Murdered; and the hopeful Son, By unheard Torments, slain before their eyes, Whilst they beheld their Children's miseries: Their Children murdered, and their Wives defiled, Whose Bodies they ripped up, being great with Child. And all this, while Parents and Husbands were Forced to behold, what flesh and blood can't bear the bear Relation. What Adamant heart Melts not, when I these dreadful things Impart? Ripping up Child-great-Women was not all, For that, although inhumane, was but small, Compared with othe• Torments they endured; Whose Patience bore what could not else be cured;