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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080316.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
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<HEAD>A Wonderful Example of God's Ju&s;tice &s;hewed upon one <HI>Ja&s;per Conningham</HI> A Gentleman born in <HI>Scotland,</HI> who was of Opinion, that there was neither GOD, nor Devil.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>O Neighbour</HI> Robert.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>IT was a <HI>Scotch-man,</HI></L>
<L>a <HI>Scotch-man,</HI> lewd of life,</L>
<L>That long had lived</L>
<L>unlawful from his Wife:</L>
<L>His name was <HI>Ja&s;per Conningham</HI></L>
<L>as I did under&s;tand,</L>
<L>Who&s;e dwelling was at <HI>Aberdeen,</HI></L>
<L>a Town in fair <HI>Scotland.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He had a Si&s;ter</L>
<L>which was both fair and bright,</L>
<L>Wor&s;hipfully Weded,</L>
<L>unto a worthy Knight;</L>
<L>Godly, wi&s;e, and vertuous,</L>
<L>in every thing was &s;he,</L>
<L>A fairer comely Lady</L>
<L>in <HI>Scotland</HI> could not be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her wicked Brother</L>
<L>&s;uch inward pains did prove,</L>
<L>That with his Fair Si&s;ter</L>
<L>he greatly was in love:</L>
<L>He watches time and wooes her,</L>
<L>he &s;hews to her his mind,</L>
<L>And &s;till he &s;ays &s;w&eacute;et Si&s;ter,</L>
<L>be not to me unkind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This comely Lady</L>
<L>in mild and gentle wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Vnto her brother</L>
<L>thus mode&s;tly replyes:</L>
<L>The Lord forbid, dear Brother,</L>
<L>I &s;hould con&s;ent at all,</L>
<L>To &s;uch a damned action,</L>
<L>to bring our Souls in thrall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Are not great torments</L>
<L>prepar'd for hateful &s;in?</L>
<L>Is not God as Rig<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">teous</L>
<L>as ever he h<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">th been?</L>
<L>Is not Hell prepared,</L>
<L>with quenchle&s;s flames of fire,</L>
<L>To give &s;uch wicked per&s;ons</L>
<L>their due de&s;erved hire,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Wherefore dear Brother,</L>
<L>repent and call for Grace,</L>
<L>Let not the&s;e motions</L>
<L>within your heart take place:</L>
<L>Con&s;ider how to judgment</L>
<L>we &s;hall be one day brought,</L>
<L>To an&s;wer for our Follies,</L>
<L>which in our lives we w<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">ought.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her Brother hearing</L>
<L>her Godly Chri&s;tian talk,</L>
<L>Within the Garden</L>
<L>as they alone did walk;</L>
<L>Bla&s;phemou&s;ly replyed,</L>
<L>as &s;hamele&s;s as he &s;tood,</L>
<L>Saying &s;he had declar'd</L>
<L>a Tale of <HI>Robin Hood.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You are deceived,</L>
<L>fair Si&s;ter, then &s;aid he,</L>
<L>To talk of Heavens Glory,</L>
<L>or Hells plagues unto me:</L>
<L>The&s;e are devi&s;ed Fables,</L>
<L>to keep poor Souls in fear,</L>
<L>That were by wi&s;e men written,</L>
<L>though no &s;uch things there were.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You &s;peak of reckoning,</L>
<L>and of a judgement-day,</L>
<L>And after life is ended,</L>
<L>and fle&s;h con&s;um'd away;</L>
<L>And of a God mo&s;t ju&s;tly,</L>
<L>will plague all things ami&s;s,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e that do believe it,</L>
<L>are much deceiv'd I wis.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Alas, &s;aid he, my Si&s;ter,</L>
<L>the&s;e things are nothing &s;o;</L>
<L>No God, nor Devil is biding,</L>
<L>in Heaven nor Hell I know:</L>
<L>All things are wrought by Nature;</L>
<L>the Earth, the Air, the Sky</L>
<L>There is no joy nor &s;orrow,</L>
<L>after th<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">t men do dye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Therefore let me have plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>while here I do remain,</L>
<L>I fear not God's di&s;ple<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;ure,</L>
<L>nor Hells tormenting pain:</L>
<L>No &s;onner had he &s;poken</L>
<L>this foul bla&s;phemous thing,</L>
<L>But that a heavy judgment</L>
<L>upon him God did bring.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For in the Garden,</L>
<L>whereas he did abide,</L>
<L>Suddenly a Fire</L>
<L>&s;prung up on every &s;ide;</L>
<L>Which round about inclo&s;ed</L>
<L>this damned wretch that day,</L>
<L>Who roar'd and cry'd mo&s;t grievous</L>
<L>but could not &s;tart away.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>THis fearful fire,</L>
<L>up to his knees did ri&s;e,</L>
<L>Burning blew like Brim&s;tone,</L>
<L>in mo&s;t outragious wi&s;e:</L>
<L>The Lady which beheld it,</L>
<L>ran crying in for aid,</L>
<L>To pluck away her Brother,</L>
<L>which in the fire &s;taid.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But nought prevailed,</L>
<L>for all that they could do,</L>
<L>Long Staves, and al&s;o Pitchforks,</L>
<L>they reached him unto;</L>
<L>Becau&s;e they dur&s;t not venture</L>
<L>near to the fiery flame,</L>
<L>He taking hold upon them,</L>
<L>to draw him out of the &s;ame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But not a finger</L>
<L>nor hand that he could move,</L>
<L>His Arms hung dead behind him,</L>
<L>great pains that he did prove;</L>
<L>And now he bands and cur&s;es</L>
<L>that day that he was born,</L>
<L>And wi&s;h<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 letter">s that his Carca&s;s</L>
<L>by Devils might be torn.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now I feel &s;urely,</L>
<L>quoth he; there is a God,</L>
<L>That &s;orely doth plague me</L>
<L>with his &s;trong Iron Rod:</L>
<L>O hide me from his pre&s;ence,</L>
<L>his looks are death to me,</L>
<L>Nothing but wrath and vengeance</L>
<L>about him do I &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I have de&s;pi&s;ed him,</L>
<L>but can no whit repent,</L>
<L>My heart is hardned,</L>
<L>my mind cannot relent,</L>
<L>No pitty nor compa&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>nor mercy is in &s;tore,</L>
<L>For me vile wretched creature,</L>
<L>de&s;pis'd for evermore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I am in Hell tormented,</L>
<L>and to endle&s;s pain,</L>
<L>Look how the Devils torment me</L>
<L>in &s;tretching every vein:</L>
<L>Look how they &s;warm about me,</L>
<L>O what hell fiends are the&s;e,</L>
<L>Woe worth the time that ever</L>
<L>I did the Lord di&s;plea&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I burn in flaming fire,</L>
<L>yet do no whit con&s;ume,</L>
<L>My con&s;cience doth torment me,</L>
<L>that did in &s;in pre&s;ume:</L>
<L>Alas! my loving &s;i&s;ter,</L>
<L>now do I know full well,</L>
<L>There is a God mo&s;t righteous</L>
<L>and eke a Devil in hell.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And with the&s;e &s;peeches</L>
<L>his Eyes fell from his head,</L>
<L>And by &s;trings hung dangling</L>
<L>below his Chin &s;tark dead:</L>
<L>See how the Devils, then he &s;aid,</L>
<L>hath pluckt my eyes out quite,</L>
<L>That always was unworthy</L>
<L>to view the heavenly light.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then from his mouth there fell</L>
<L>his foul bla&s;phemous tongue,</L>
<L>In very ugly manner,</L>
<L>mo&s;t piteou&s;ly it hung;</L>
<L>And there away he rotted,</L>
<L>in all the Peoples &s;ight,</L>
<L>By Lice and filthy Vermine,</L>
<L>it was con&s;umed quite.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With ga&s;tly groaning</L>
<L>and &s;hrieks that &s;ounded high,</L>
<L>Two hours after</L>
<L>this Cur&s;ed Man did lye;</L>
<L>And there at length he dyed,</L>
<L>and then the fire ceas'd;</L>
<L>His Carca&s;s &s;tunk more filthy</L>
<L>than any Carrion Bea&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No man was able</L>
<L>for to endure the &s;mell,</L>
<L>Nor yet to come to bury him,</L>
<L>as true Report doth tell;</L>
<L>Vntill he was con&s;umed</L>
<L>he lay above the ground,</L>
<L>The doors about the Garden,</L>
<L>therefore was locked round.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let all Bla&s;phemers</L>
<L>take warning by this thing;</L>
<L>Lea&s;t that God's Vengeance</L>
<L>they do upon them bring:</L>
<L>And Lord grant all Chri&s;tians</L>
<L>thy holy Grace and fear,</L>
<L>They may think on the puni&s;hment</L>
<L>that <HI>Conningham</HI> had here.</L>
</LG>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> Alex. Milbourn <HI>at the</HI> Stationers-Arms <HI>in</HI> Green-Ar|bor-Court <HI>in the</HI> Little Old-Baily.</P>
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