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2.166-167 R234352 1 O Neighbour Robert Lord Willoughby O Neighbor Robert It was a Scotch=man,/ a Scotch man lewd of Life, compare Pepys 2.51 Pepys 2.166-167 Wing @3365E; Rollins (2) 1275 (Dec. 14, 1624, IV, 131) Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 166 2: 167 A wonderful Example of Gods Justice shewed upon one Jasper/ Conningham, a Gentleman born in Scotland, who was of opinion that there was neither God nor Devil. A wonderful Example of Gods Justice shewed upon one Jasper Conningham, a Gentleman born in Scotland, who was of opinion that there was neither God nor Devil. A Wonderful Example of God's Justice Showed Upon One Jasper Conningham, a Gentleman Born in Scotland, Who Was of the Opinion that There Was Neither God nor Devil. single sheet oblong folio, pasted across 2 pages, 255 x ?340 cropped right and bottom edges, uneven inking 1681-1684 Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke/ W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, T. Passinger Blagden

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IT was a Scotch-man, a Scotch man lewd of Life, That long had lived unlawful from his wife: His name was Jasper Conningham, as I did understand? Whose dwelling was at Aberdeen, a town in fair Scotland. He had a sister which was both fair and bright, Worshipfully wedded, unto a worthy Knight, Godly, wise and vertuous in every thing was she: A fairer comely Lady, in Scotland could not be. Her wicked Brother such inward pains did prove, That with his fair Sister he greatly was in love: He watches time and woes her, he shews to her his mind, And still he says sweet sister be not to me unkind. This comly Lady in mild and gentle wise, Unto her Brother thus modestly replies; The Lord forbid dear brother I should consent at all, To such a damned accion to bring our souls in thrall.
Are not great torments prepar'd for hateful sin? Is not God as righteous as ever he hath been? Is not hell prepared with quenchless flames of fire, To give such wicked persons, their due deserved hire? Wherefore dear brother repent and call for grace, Let not these motions within your heart take place: Consider how to judgment, we shall one day be brought, To answer for our follies which in our lives we wrought, Her brother hearing her Godly Christian talk, Within the Garden as they alone did walk Blasphemously replyed, as shameless as he stood, Saying she had declared a tale of Robin Hood. You are deceived fair sister then said he, To talk of Heavens Glory, or hells Plagues unto me; These are devised fables to keep poor souls in fear, That were by wise men written, though no such things there were.
You spake of a reckoning, and of a judgment day: And after life is ended, and flesh consum'd away: And of a God most justly, will plague all things amiss, And those that do believe it, are much deceiv'd I wis. Alas, said he, my sister, these things are nothing so. No God nor Devil is 'biding, in heaven nor hell I know: All things are wrought by nature the Earth, the ayr, and Sky, There is no joy nor sorrow after that men do dye. Therefore let me have pleasure while hear I do remain I fear not Gods displeasure nor hells tormenting pain: No sooner had he spoken this foul blasphemous thing, But that a heavy judgment upon him God did bring, For in the Garden, whereas he did abide, Suddenly a fire sprung up on every side, Which round about inclosed this Damned wretch that Day Who rora'd and cry'd most grevous but could not start away.
THis fearfull fire. up to his knees did rise, Burning blew like brimstone in most outrageous wise: The Lady which beheld it, ran crying in for aid To pluck away her brother which in the fire staid. But nought prevailed, for all that they could do, Long staves and also pitchforks theye reached him unto; Becaus they durst not venture neer to the fiery flame. He taking hold upon them to draw him out of the same. But not a finger nor hand that he could move, His arms hung dead behind him great pains that he did prove And now he bans and curses the day that he was born, And wishes that his carcass by devils might be torn. Now feel I surely, quoth he, there is a god, That sore doth plague me, with his strong iron rod. O hide me from his presence, his looks are death to me, Nothing but wrath and vengeance, about him I do see. I have despised him, but can no whit repent,
My heart is hardened, my mind cannot relent, No pitty nor compassion, nor mercy is in store. For me vile wretched creature despis'd for evermore I am in hell tormented and to endless pain, Look how the devils torment me in strething every vein, Look how they swarm about me, oh what hell fiends are these, Who Worth the time thet ever, I did the Lord displease. I burn in flaming fire, yet do no whit consume, My conscience doth torment me, that did in sin presume, Alas my loving Sister, now I do know full well, There is a God most righteous, and eke a devil in hell. And with these speeches his eyes fell from his head, And by the strings hung dangling below his chin stark dead. See how the devils then he said, have pluck t my eyes out quite, That always was unworthy to view the heavenly light. Then from his mouth there fell his foul blasphemous tongue, In very ugly manner it most pitteously it hung.
And there away it rotted in all the peoples sight, By lice and filthy vermine, it was consumed quite. With gastly groaning and Shrieks that sounded high, Two hours after this cursed man did lye, And there at length he dyed, and then the fire ceast His carcase stunk more filthy than any carrion beast. No man was able for to endure the smell, Nor yet to come to bury him, as true report doth tell; Untill he was consumed he laid above the ground, The doors about the garden, therefore was Locked round. Let all Blasphemers take warning by this thing, Lest that Gods vengeance they do upon them bring, And Lord grant all Christians thy holy grace and fear, They may think on the punishment that Conningham had here,
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