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The WRITER speaketh. AS I lay slumbering in my Bed one Night, A fearful Vision did me sore affright: Me thought I say a Soul departed late, By it the Body in a poor Estate. Wailing with Sighs the Soul aloud did cry, Upon the Body in the Coffin by: And thus the Soul to her did make her Moan, With grievous Sobs, and many a bitter Groan. The SOUL speaketh. Oh! sinful Flesh, which now so low doth lie, Whom Yesterday the World esteemd so high: It was but Yesterday the World was thine, The sun is set, which Yesterday did shine. Where is thy Train that did attend on thee? Where is thy Mirth? Where is thy Jollity? Where are thy sumptuous Buildings and thy Treasure? Thy pleasant Walks wherein thou tookest Pleasure. Gone is thy Train, thy Mirth to Mourning turnd, Thou in a Coffin in a Shrine art turnd; For thy rich Cloaths thou hast a Winding-sheet, Thy high built Roof now with thy Mouth doth meet. But I, poor Soul! was framd a noble Creature, In likeness to GOD, of heavenly Feature; But by thy Sin when we on Earth abode, I am made fouler than the loathsome Toad. Oh! wretched Flesh with me thou art forlorn, That well may wish thou neer hadst been born: Thou neer wouldst to any one agree, For which we evermore shall damned be. I am and must for ever be in Pain, No Tongue can tell the Torments I sustain; But thou and I we must descend to Hell, Were we, in frying Flames, must for ever dwell.
It was thy Pride, Deceit, Luxury, Hath brought these Torments both on me and thee: Thy Wife, Children, and Friends, whom thou dost trust, Doth loath thy Carcase lying in the Dust. The Bond of God, which is both true and sure, Witness at large what Sinners shall endure: Thou that within the Bed of Death art laid, Arise and answer to the Words Ive said. The BODY speaketh. I know thee well, my Soul, who from me fled, Which left my Body senseless, cold, and dead! Cease thou to say the Fault was all in me, When I will prove the Fault was more in thee. Thou sayst, that I have led thee oft astray, And from well-doing drawn thee quite away: For if the Flesh the Spirits Power can move, The Fault is thine, as I will plainly prove. God, thou didst know, created thee most fair, And of celestial Knowledge gave you Share: I was your Servant made of Earth and Clay, You to Command, and I for to obey Twas in your Power for to restrain my Will, And hinder me from doing Things thats ill: The Bodys Works are from the Soul divided, And by the Soul the Body should be guided. The Body of itself no Ill hath known, If I did what thou didst the Guilts thy own? For without thee the Body resteth dead, The Soul commands, it rests upon thy Head. So to conclude thy Guilt exceedeth mine, Oh! how the Worms no tear me in my Shrine; And, therefore fare thee well, poor sinful Soul! Thy Sins surpass even mine, though they are foul.
The SOUL speaketh. Most wretched Flesh, which in the Time of Life, Was foolish, idle, vain, and full of Strife: Though of thy Substance thou didst speak to me, I do confess I should have bridled thee. But thou, through Love of Pleasure, foul and ill, Still me resisted, and would have thy Will: When I would thee, O Body! have controld, Straight the Worlds Vanities did thee with-hold. So thou of me didst gain the Upper-hand, Alluring me with worldly Pleasures Band; That thou and I eternally are drownd In Hell, when glorious Saints in Heaven are crownd. But flattering Fancy did thy Mind so please, Thou never thought to die till Death did seize: This was your Fault, and cursed was our Fate, Which we repent, but now, alas! too late. The BODY speaketh. Oh! now I weep, being scourgd with my own Rod, And guilty stand before the face of God, Both are in Fault, but not do[t]h equally, The greater Burden, Soul, on the doth lie. No Wit so mean, bu[t] this for Truth it knows, That where most Gif[t]s of Virtue God bestows, There is due, and ought repaid to be, And unto this theres none but will agree. But foolishly thou yeilded unto me, And unto my vain Desire soon did agree; But O! I knew not at the latter Hour, But thou and I shoud find a Death more sure.
I greatly fear an everlasting Fire, Yet one Thing more of thee I do desire? Hast thou been yet amongst the Friends of Hell! Are no Hopes left, that we with Christ may dwell. The SOUL speaketh. False Flesh, remember DIVES was denyd, When for one Drop of Water loud he cryd: Thy Question senseless Body wanteth Reason, Redemption now is hopeless out of Season. Vile Body, go and rot in Bed of Clay, Until the great and general Judgment Day: Then thou shalt rise and be with me condemnd. To Hells hot Lake for ever without End. So fare thee well, I will no longer stay, Hark! how the Fiends of Hell call me away: The Loss of Heavenly Joys tormenteth me, More than all Tortures that in Hell can be. The DEVIL speaketh. Oh! are you come whom we expected long, Now will we make you sing another Song: Howling and Yelling still shall be your Note, And melting Lead be powered down your Throat. Such Horror we do on our Servants load, Now thou art worse than is the crawling Toad: Ten thousand Torments thou shalt now abide, When thou in flaming Sulphur shall be fryd. Thou art a Soldier of our Camp enrolld, Never henceforth shalt thou the Light behold: The Pains prepard for thee no Tongue can tell, Welcome! O welcome to the Pit of Hell! The WRITER speaketh. At this the groaning Soul did weep full sore, And sure the Friends did make a hideous Roar, The Devils seemd more black than Pitch at Night, Whose horrid Shapes did sorely me affright. Sharp steel Forks each in their Hands did bear, Tusked their Teeth, like crooked Mattocks were: Fire and Brimstone then they breathed out, And from their Nostrils Snakes crawld all about. Foul filthy Horns on their black Brows they were, Their Nails were like the Tusks of a Boar: Those hellish Friends fast bound this wretched Soul, And draggd him in, who gre[iv]ously did howl. Then straight, me thought, appeared in my Sight, A beauteous young Man cloathed all white: His Face did shine most glorious to behold, Wings like the Rain Bow, and his Hair like Gold. With a sweet Voice, All hail! all hail! (quoth he) Arise and write whateer thou now dost see. Most heavenly Music seemed then to play, And in a Cloud he vanishd quite away. Awaking, straight I took my Pen in Hand, To write these Lines the young Man did command; And abroad so into the World them sent, That each great Sinner may in Time repent. Then let us fear the Lord both Night and Day, Preserve our Souls and Bodies I thus pray: God grant we may so run this mortal Race, That we in Heaven may have a Resting-place. God bless the King, the Prince, and Progeny; The Clergy, Council, and Nobility: Preserve our Souls and Bodies, I thee pray; Amen, with me. let all good Christians say.