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<HEAD>Saint <HI>BERNARD</HI>'s VISION:</HEAD>
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<P>Or, <HI>A brief Di&s;cour&s;e, Dialogue-wi&s;e, between the Soul and Body of a Damned Man, newly de|cea&s;ed, laying the Faults one upon the other. To which is added, A Speech of the Devil's in Hell,</HI> &amp;c. <HI>To the Tune of,</HI> Flying Fame, <HI>&amp;c. Licen&s;ed according to Order.</HI></P>
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<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>depiction of man in coffin</FIGDESC>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>The Writer &s;peaketh.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>AS I lay &s;lumbring in my bed one night,</L>
<L>A fearful villon did me for<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter"> affright,</L>
<L>Methought I &s;aw a &s;oul departed late,</L>
<L>By it the body in a poor e&s;tate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Walling with &s;ighs, the &s;oul aloud did cry,</L>
<L>Vpon the body in the coffin by:</L>
<L>And thus the &s;oul to it did make her moan,</L>
<L>With grievous &s;obs, and many a bitter groan.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>The</HI> Soul <HI>&s;peaketh.</HI></SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>O &s;inful fle&s;h, which now &s;o low doth lie,</L>
<L>Whom ye&s;terday the world e&s;teem'd &s;o high,</L>
<L>It was but ye&s;terday the world was thine,</L>
<L>The &s;un is &s;et which ye&s;terday did &s;hine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Where is thy train that did attend on thee?</L>
<L>Where is thy mirth, where is thy jollity?</L>
<L>Where are thy &s;umptuous buildings &amp; thy trea&s;ure?</L>
<L>Thy plea&s;ant walks wherein thou tooke&s;t plea&s;ure.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Gone is thy train, thy mirth to mourning turn'd,</L>
<L>Thou in a coffin, in a &s;hrine art urn'd:</L>
<L>For thy rich cloaths thou ha&s;t a winding-&s;heet,</L>
<L>Thy high-built roof now with thy mouth doth meet.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But I poor &s;oul was fram'd a noble creature,</L>
<L>In likene&s;s to my God, of heavenly feature,</L>
<L>But by thy &s;in while we on earth abode,</L>
<L>I am made fouler then a loath&s;om toad.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O wretched fle&s;h with me that art forlorn,</L>
<L>That well may wi&s;h thou never had'&s;t been born;</L>
<L>Thou woulde&s;t never to any one agree,</L>
<L>For which we evermore &s;hall damned be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I am and mu&s;t for ever be in pain,</L>
<L>No tongue can tell the torments I &s;u&s;tain,</L>
<L>But thou and I we mu&s;t de&s;cend to hell,</L>
<L>Where we in frying flames mu&s;t ever dwell.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>It was thy pride, deceit, and luxury,</L>
<L>Hath brought the&s;e torments both on me and thee,</L>
<L>Thy wife, thy children, friends whom thou did&s;t tru&s;t</L>
<L>Do loath thy carca&s;s lying in the du&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The book of God, which is both true and &s;ure,</L>
<L>Witne&s;s at large what &s;inners &s;hall endure;</L>
<L>Thou that within the bed of earth art laid,</L>
<L>Ari&s;e, and an&s;wer to the words I &s;aid.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>The</HI> Body <HI>&s;peaketh.</HI></SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>I know thee well, my &s;oul, which from me fled,</L>
<L>Which left my body sencele&s;s, cold, and dead,</L>
<L>Cea&s;e thou to &s;ay the fault was all in me,</L>
<L>When I will prove the fault-w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1+ letters"> mu&s;t in thee:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thou &s;ay'&s;t that I have led thee oft a&s;tray,</L>
<L>And from well-doing drawn thee quite away:</L>
<L>But if the fle&s;h the &s;pirit's power can move,</L>
<L>The fault is thine as I will plainly prove.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>God you do know created you mo&s;t fair,</L>
<L>And of cele&s;tial knowledge gave you &s;hare:</L>
<L>I was your &s;ervant, fram'd of earth and clay,</L>
<L>You to command, and I for to obey.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Twas in your power for to re&s;train my will,</L>
<L>And not to let me do the&s;e things were ill:</L>
<L>The body's works are from the &s;oul devided,</L>
<L>And by the &s;oul the body &s;hould be guided.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The body of it&s;elf no ill hath known,</L>
<L>If I did what thou did'&s;t, the guilts thine own,</L>
<L>For without thee, the body re&s;teth dead,</L>
<L>The &s;oul commands, it re&s;ts upon thy head.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So to conclude, thy guilt excee<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">eth mine,</L>
<L>O how the worms do tare me in my &s;hrine;</L>
<L>And therefore fare thee well, poor &s;inful &s;oul,</L>
<L>Thy tre&s;pa&s;&s;es pa&s;s mine, though they are foul,</L>
</LG>
</SP>
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<FIGDESC>depiction of devils torturing a praying man</FIGDESC>
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<SPEAKER><HI>The</HI> Soul <HI>&s;peaketh.</HI></SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Mo&s;t wretched fle&s;h which in the time of life,</L>
<L>Was fooli&s;h, idle, vain, and full of &s;trife:</L>
<L>Though of thy &s;ub&s;tance thou did &s;peak to me,</L>
<L>I do confe&s;s I &s;hould have bridled thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But thou through love of plea&s;ure foul and ill,</L>
<L>Still me re&s;i&s;ted, and would have thy will:</L>
<L>When I would thee, O body, have controul'd,</L>
<L>Straight the world's vanities did me with-hold.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So thou of me did&s;t gain the upper-hand,</L>
<L>Inthralling me in worldly plea&s;ures band:</L>
<L>That thou and I eternal &s;hall be drown'd</L>
<L>In hell, when glorious &s;aints in heaven are crown'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But flattering fancy did thy mind &s;o plea&s;e,</L>
<L>Thou never thought'&s;t to dye till death did cea&s;e:</L>
<L>This was thy fault, and cur&s;ed was our fate,</L>
<L>Which we repent, but now, alas, too late.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>The</HI> Body <HI>&s;peaketh.</HI></SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>O now I weep, being &s;courg'd with mine own rod,</L>
<L>We both &s;tand guilty 'fore the face of God:</L>
<L>Both are in fault, and yet not equally,</L>
<L>The greate&s;t burthen, &s;oul, on thee doth lye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No wit &s;o mean, but this for truth it knows,</L>
<L>That where mo&s;t gifts of vertue God be&s;tows,</L>
<L>There is mo&s;t due, and ought repayed be,</L>
<L>And unto this there's none but will agree.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But fooli&s;hly thou yielde&s;t unto me,</L>
<L>And to my vain de&s;ires did&s;t &s;oon agree:</L>
<L>But, oh <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter"> I knew not at the latter hour,</L>
<L>But thou and I &s;hall find a death mo&s;t &s;ure.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I greatly fear an everla&s;ting fire;</L>
<L>Yet one thing more, I do of thee de&s;ire,</L>
<L>Ha&s;t thou been yet among the fiends of hell,</L>
<L>Is no hopes left that we with Chri&s;t may dwell.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fal&s;e fle&s;h remember <HI>Dives</HI> was denay'd,</L>
<L>When for one drop of water he &s;o pray'd:</L>
<L>Thy que&s;tion, &s;encele&s;s body, wanteth rea&s;on,</L>
<L>Redemption now is hopele&s;s, out of &s;ea&s;on:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Vile body go, and rot in bed of clay,</L>
<L>Vntil the great and general judgement-day;</L>
<L>Then &s;halt thou ri&s;e, and be with me condemn'd,</L>
<L>To hell's hot lake for ever without end.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So fare thee well, I will no longer &s;tay,</L>
<L>Mark how the fiends of hell call me away:</L>
<L>The lo&s;s of heavenly joys t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">rmenteth me,</L>
<L>More then all tortures that in hell can be.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>The</HI> Devil <HI>&s;peaketh.</HI></SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L><HI>Ho, are you come, whom we expected long?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Now we will make you &s;ing another &s;ong:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Howling and yelling &s;till &s;hall be your note,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And moulted lead be poured down your throat.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Such horror we do on our &s;ervants load,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Now thou art wor&s;e then is the crawling toad:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ten thou&s;and torments thou &s;halt now abide,</HI></L>
<L><HI>When thou in flaming &s;ulphre &s;halt be fry'd.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Thou art a &s;ouldier of our camp enroul'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Never henceforth &s;halt thou the light behold:</HI></L>
<L><HI>The pains prepar'd for thee no tongue can tell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Welcome, O welcome, to the pit of hell.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>The</HI> Writer <HI>&s;peaketh.</HI></SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>At this the groaning &s;oul did weep mo&s;t &s;ore,</L>
<L>And then the fiends with-joy did laugh and roar:</L>
<L>Tho&s;e devils did &s;eem more black then pitch or night,</L>
<L>Who&s;e horrid &s;hapes did &s;orely me affright.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sharp &s;teeled forks each in their hands did bear,</L>
<L>Tusked their teeth like crooked mattocks were,</L>
<L>Fire and brim&s;tone then they breathed out,</L>
<L>And from their no&s;trils &s;nakes crawl'd all about.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Foul filthy horns on their black brows they wore,</L>
<L>Their nails were like the ru&s;hes of a boar:</L>
<L>Tho&s;e helli&s;h fiends fa&s;t bound this wretched &s;oul,</L>
<L>And drag'd him in, who grievou&s;ly did howl.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then &s;traight methought appeared in my &s;ight,</L>
<L>A beautious young man cloathed all in white:</L>
<L>His face did &s;hine mo&s;t glorious to behold,</L>
<L>Wings like the rain-bow, and his hair like gold.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With a &s;weet voice, <HI>All hail, all hail,</HI> quoth he,</L>
<L>Ari&s;e and write what here thou now do&s;t &s;ee:</L>
<L>Mo&s;t heavenly mu&s;ick &s;eemed then to play,</L>
<L>And in a cloud he vani&s;ht quite away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Awaking &s;traight, I took my pen in hand,</L>
<L>To write tho&s;e lines the young man did command,</L>
<L>And &s;o abroad into the world it &s;ent,</L>
<L>That each good chri&s;tian may in time repent.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then let us fear the Lord both night and day,</L>
<L>Pre&s;erve our &s;ouls and bodies we thee pray:</L>
<L>God grant we may &s;o run this mortal race.</L>
<L>That we in heaven may have a re&s;ting-place.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Pre&s;erve the King, the Queen, and Progeny,</L>
<L>The Clergy, Coun&s;el, and Nobility,</L>
<L>Pre&s;erve our &s;ouls and bodies I thee pray,</L>
<L>Amen, with me, let all good Chri&s;tians &s;ay.</L>
</LG>
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<P><HI>London:</HI> Printed by and for <HI>W. O.</HI> and are to be &s;old by the Book&s;ellers of <HI>Pye-corner</HI> and <HI>London-bridge:</HI></P>
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