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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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Where nothing is so plentiful as Tears And bitter sighs, and yet can find no ears To hear their cries and lamentable moans, Nor hearts to pity them for all their groans, Where many tedious days and nights they spend Not knowing when their sufferings will have end, If such like Arguments (Sir) will confute A Heretic, the Papists may dispute With all the world, nay, Heathen Rome could never Come nigh a Papist with their best endeavour▪ They scorn all Turk or Pagan (for contrival Of Barbarous Cruelties) should be corrival; For Inhumanities they most defy, And scorn that Cannibals should them come nigh. A bloody Papist strives to counterfeit The Plague of Hell, as far as Mans conceit Can reach unto, or Devils could invent; This is a Papists knocking Argument. Thus, thus is Rome drunk with the Martyrs blood, Which has run down like to a mighty flood. O! it is Rome, that is that Scarlet Whore, Which thus doth hate and persecute the poor, And all which are unto Truth inclined, To serve the Lord with a most perfect mind, According to the tenor of his Word: All such the strives to put unto the Sword: ⟨p. 149⟩And suffers none to buy, nor sell, nor live, But such as homage unto her would give. Upon her head also Saint John did see Was writ the cursed name of Blasphemy: Setting her self on Gods Imperial Throne: Saving, I am, besides me there is none. I have the Keys of Heaven in my hand, Both earth and Hell is at my sole command. I shut and open unto whom I please, I Torment give to some, to others ease. Lo, thus God's secret Word doth point her forth, This, this is she, there's none in all the Earth That ever did adventure to lay claim To that presumptuous and Blasphemous Name, As King of Heaven, Earth, and Hell, but she, Therefore Romes Church must the vile Strumpet be.
VVhere nothing is so plentiful as Tears And bitter sighs, and yet can find no ears To hear their cryes and lamentable moans, Nor hearts to pity them for all their groans, VVhere many tedious days and nights they spend Not knowing when their sufferings will have end, If such like Arguments (Sir) will confute A Heretick, the Papists may dispute VVith all the world, nay, Heathen Rome could never Come nigh a Papist with their best endeavour▪ They scorn all Turk or Pagan (for contrival Of Barbarous Cruelties) should be corrival; For Inhumanities they most defie, And scorn that Cann•bals should them come nigh. A bloody Papist strives to counterfeit The Plague of Hell, as far as Mans conceit Can reach unto, or Devils could invent; This is a Papists knocking Argument. Thus, thus is Rome drunk with the Martyrs blood, VVhich has run down like to a mighty flood. O! it is Rome, that is that Scarlet Whore, Which thus doth hate and persecute the poor, And all which are unto Truth inclin'd, To serve the Lord with a most perfect mind, Accordn to the tenor of his Word: All such the strives to put unto the Sword: