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<HEAD>The YOUNG-MANS Conque&s;t Over the POWERS of DARKNESS. In a DIALOGUE, Between a Virtuous Young-Man, and the Subtile In&s;inuating Tempter Di&s;covering the Baits of <HI>SATAN,</HI> and the Strength of TEMPTATION: With the Chri&s;tians Fortitude, and only means of Overcoming, which is by Faith in Chri&s;t, and unwearied Per&s;everance.</HEAD>
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<BIBL>Eph. 6. chap. 11.</BIBL>
<Q>Put on the whole Armour of God, that you may with&s;tand the wiles of the Devil.</Q>
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<HEAD TYPE="sub">Nece&s;&s;ary to be &s;et up in all Hou&s;es.</HEAD>
<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>comic strip</FIGDESC>
<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>panel</FIGDESC>
<HEAD>The Young Man at School.</HEAD>
<P>The Devil Tempt|ing him to neglect Learning, and to follow Pa&s;time.</P>
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<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>panel</FIGDESC>
<HEAD>The Vertuous young Student.</HEAD>
<P>The Devil Tempts him to ill company</P>
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<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>panel</FIGDESC>
<HEAD>The Heavenly Pilgrim.</HEAD>
<P>The Devil Tempteth him with Money, to hinder him in his way to Heaven.</P>
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<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>panel</FIGDESC>
<HEAD>The Armed Chri&s;tian.</HEAD>
<P>The Devil Shooting his Dart at him, are beat back.</P>
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<Q>Straight is the Gate, and Narrow is the Way, &amp;c.</Q>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tempter,</SPEAKER>
<L>YOungman, well met, but whither in &s;uch ha&s;t,</L>
<L>Do's fear &s;urpri&s;e thee that thou mov'&s;t &s;o fa&s;t,</L>
<L>Whither art Running Youth, come prethee tell,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Youngman,</SPEAKER>
<L>To &s;hun tho&s;e Crooked Paths that Leads to Hell.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tempter,</SPEAKER>
<L>Pi&s;h, talk no more of that, but tell me whither</L>
<L>Thou do'&s;t intend, and wee'l go both together.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Youngman,</SPEAKER>
<L>A pretty motion, when I want a Guide</L>
<L>I'le &s;end for thee, till then thou art deny'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>Slight not the Courte&s;ie which I have &s;hown,</L>
<L>Such oft mi&s;take the way who go alone,</L>
<L>Thy Feet may &s;lide, &s;hould&s;t thou my care neglect,</L>
<L>But I will Guide thee, and from harm protect.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>If Heaven will guide my Soul, I &s;hall not &s;tray,</L>
<L>Or fear the danger of a Slipp'<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">y way.</L>
<L>As for thy offers, I mu&s;t borrow Leave</L>
<L>To &s;ay, &s;uch friend&s;hip's only to deceive.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thy &s;erious mind advi&s;e, and thou wilt &s;ee</L>
<L>My ways are be&s;t, be principl'd by me,</L>
<L>'Tis I mi&s;taken Soul, 'tis I alone</L>
<L>That can Conduct thee to the Sublime Throne.</L>
<L>Believe not tho&s;e that tell thee Babling Stories,</L>
<L>Of Endle&s;s, Boundle&s;s, unconceived Glories.</L>
<L>Believe me Youth, 'tis I that can Di&s;play</L>
<L>The Go&s;pel Colours, better far then They.</L>
<L>I can do more, it lies within my Power</L>
<L>To make thee Poor, or Rich, in half an hour.</L>
<L>I'le make the &s;well with Riches, thou &s;halt have.</L>
<L>All that thy Heart can wi&s;h, or Tongue can crave,</L>
<L>Come Gentle Soul, into my twining Arm's</L>
<L>I'le hugg thee, I'le delight thee with my Charms.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tempter with-draw thy Bates and Snares, and &s;tay</L>
<L>The Progre&s;s of thy Tongue, and give me way</L>
<L>That I may vent my thoughts, you having &s;poke</L>
<L>At large already, and is this the Stroke</L>
<L>Which you intend &s;hall wound me, be A&s;&s;ur'd,</L>
<L>The Blows but &s;mall, and may be well Endur'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>What do&s;t thou think I am perfidious, Eye,</L>
<L>'Tis folly to condemn before you Try.</L>
<L>Alas ! alas ! what profit can Accrue</L>
<L>To me, by wronging &s;uch a Youth as you,</L>
<L>I doubt the&s;e Weak, the&s;e Empty thoughts pre&s;age</L>
<L>A Tempe&s;t Guarded with a &s;torm of Rage,</L>
<L>Well then Storm on, and when thy Storm is &s;pent,</L>
<L>Sit down and Meditate, and then Repent.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Repent,</HI> O happy word, although Expre&s;t</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"> a foul Mouth, Tho&s;e that repent are ble&s;t.</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">on falacious wretch, I can not brook</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">ny Golden baits, I have de&s;cry'd thy Hook,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">oft thou believe that I can Entertain</L>
<L>Belief from thee, or doe&s;t thou think to Reign</L>
<L>Within my Brea&s;t, no, no, thy Clowdy Powers</L>
<L>Are at the be&s;t but falcifying Showers;</L>
<L>Thou bid&s;t me try, thy ways are &s;o unju&s;t,</L>
<L>That I re&s;olve neither to try nor Tru&s;t.</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not try nor Tru&s;t, art-thou re&s;olv'd to cro&s;s</L>
<L>My real motions, do, and &s;ee who&s;e lo&s;s</L>
<L>Will prove mo&s;t Weighty, if I lo&s;e the heat</L>
<L>Of thy weak Love, my lo&s;s will not be great.</L>
<L>Take my in&s;tructions Soul, 'tis I mu&s;t bring</L>
<L>Content unto thee, 'tis a Glorious thing</L>
<L>To be Immortal, prethee Soul decline</L>
<L>Thy former ways, &s;ay, &s;hall I call thee mine.</L>
<L>My Gates are always open, tho&s;e that venture</L>
<L>To come to me, &s;hall with a welcome Enter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis not thy charming tempting Tongue can turn</L>
<L>The Bia&s;s of my Soul, or make me &s;purn</L>
<L>At Holy Writ, 'tis not thy fond conceit</L>
<L>Of being good, &s;hall make me to Retreat</L>
<L>From Heavens Commands, 'tis not thy promis'd joys</L>
<L>Can make me chearful, or thy painted Toys</L>
<L>Can Lure me to thy Fi&s;t, 'tis not the Dart</L>
<L>Of thy vain Love can penetrate my Heart.</L>
<L>'Tis not thy greatne&s;s that &s;hall make me yield</L>
<L>To thy de&s;ires, Religion is my Shield.</L>
<L>I am advis'd to &s;hun the broad path'd ways,</L>
<L>But to believe what Holy Scripture &s;ays,</L>
<L>The paths are Strait in which I ought to Run</L>
<L>The Cour&s;e of Grace, untill my days are done,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e that change a Vertue for a Vice,</L>
<L>De&s;erve no Fruit from Heavens ble&s;t Paradice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>Urge not the Scriptures, for I dare maintain</L>
<L>My paths are be&s;t, all other ways are vain,</L>
<L>Know that my real brea&s;t contrives no End</L>
<L>But what may profit thee, be thy own Friend,</L>
<L>Ob&s;erve my Actions, pry into my parts,</L>
<L>Lets know each other by Exchange of Hearts,</L>
<L>I'le give the mine, and for my &s;ake re&s;tore</L>
<L>Thine unto me, grant this I'le ask no more.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou &s;ai&s;t thou'rt great and good, if this be true.</L>
<L>I needs mu&s;t call the Scripture fal&s;e, or you,</L>
<L>Truth bids me tell thee boldly, when thou cry'&s;t</L>
<L>Thou'rt great, and good, and rich, and rare, thou ly'&s;t,</L>
<L>If thou art great and good, then tell me why,</L>
<L>Thou wilt behold &s;o vile a Wretch as I,</L>
<L>How can it be that thou wilt conde&s;cend</L>
<L>To feed my wants that am &s;o mean a Friend;</L>
<L>Strange is that Charity which &s;eems to &s;hine,</L>
<L>From &s;uch a Diabolick brea&s;t as thine,</L>
<L>I will Implore Heav'ns aid, to keep me &s;till,</L>
<L><HI>From this mo&s;t Vile Progenitor of Ill;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Lord let him not infould me in his Arms,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or overcome me with his wanton Charmes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Be thou my Fort, and then I &s;hall endure,</HI></L>
<L><HI>His furious on&s;ets, and repo&s;e &s;ecure,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Give me thy Grace, then &s;hall I be Content,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Make me as &s;trong as he is Impudent.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;till refu&s;e to do as I de&s;ire,</L>
<L>I'le make my Bellows to Advance the Fire</L>
<L>Of thy di&s;tre&s;s, and thy perpetual grief</L>
<L>Shall find a Voyce, but ramble from Relief,</L>
<L>I'le gripe thee till I make thee under&s;tand</L>
<L>The Fiery Language of my furious hand.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do, let the Spring-Tyde of thy fierce de&s;ires</L>
<L>Flow to the height, thou &s;halt not Quench my Fires,</L>
<L>Know, <HI>Tempter</HI> know, my Heart re&s;erves no place</L>
<L>For thy Abode, I &s;corn thee to thy Face.</L>
<L>The well dy'd Colours of my Soul declares</L>
<L>Defiance to thee, and my brea&s;t prepares.</L>
<L>To give the Battel, &s;trike, I fear thee not,</L>
<L>Who's Arm'd with Faith, needs fear no Cannon-&s;hot.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>What Impious Tongue is that which dares deny</L>
<L>My Power, with &s;o much boldne&s;s &mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wretch 'tis I.</L>
<L>'Tis I infernal Traytor, that will &s;pend</L>
<L>My &s;trength to prove thou art a Flat'ring friend.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>Move me to Anger, do, and thou &s;halt find</L>
<L>A Courteous Friend at la&s;t may prove unkind,</L>
<L>Have I not wo'd thee almo&s;t night and day</L>
<L>To go to Heaven, <HI>Youngman,</HI> The quite contrary way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>Have I not proffered all chat can be given</L>
<L>To a &s;ick Soul &mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Young.</SPEAKER>
<L>To draw my Soul from Heaven.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did I not promi&s;e to be true and Ju&s;t,</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did I not &s;ay I'de neither try nor Tru&s;t,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did I not promi&s;e I would make thee wi&s;e,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Y. Did I not &s;ay thou wer't compos'd of Lies,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did I not promi&s;e to Encrea&s;e thy &s;tore,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did I not &s;ay &s;uch wealth would make me poor,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did I not promi&s;e thee Eternal Glory,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did I not &s;ay that promi&s;e was a Story,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did I not tell thee I was great and good,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did I not An&s;wer, 'twas in Sheding blood,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Thus by fair Terms I Laboured to obtain,</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Thus in fowl Terms I told thee 'twas in vain,</HI></L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Then I began to Threaten thee with Grief,</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>And then I fled to Heav'n and found Relief.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then here I'le leave thee to the Lawle&s;s power</L>
<L>Of thy own pa&s;&s;ion, cur&s;ed be the hour</L>
<L>That brought thee forth, if all this will not do,</L>
<L>May all Men cur&s;e thee, and I'le cur&s;e thee too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Begon, begon, but &s;tay, hark <HI>Satan</HI> hark,</L>
<L>Boa&s;t, thou ha&s;t &s;hot, though thou did&s;t mi&s;s thy mark,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why do&s;t thou bid me go, I hope thy words</L>
<L>Are &s;uch as mine, which only Je&s;ts affords.</L>
<L>Smile on me then, and chearfully Impart,</L>
<L>The loving Childings of a tender Heart.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou great Corrupter of Diviner parts,</L>
<L>Thou watchful Thief that &s;teals into the Hearts</L>
<L>Of &s;illy Mortals, think not to devour</L>
<L>My Armed heart, with thy pur&s;uing power.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will nothing move thee, wilt thou &s;till mi&s;tru&s;t</L>
<L>If fair means will not move thee, foul means mu&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>I fear thee not, becau&s;e I know thy power</L>
<L>Is Limited, and thou can&s;t not devour</L>
<L>Without Commi&s;&s;ion, therefore do thy wor&s;t,</L>
<L>And let thy Envy &s;well untill it bur&s;t.</L>
<L>If words could kill, I had been e're this time</L>
<L>Worded to Death, but now I hope to Clime</L>
<L>Above the Reach of Words, in thy de&s;pite,</L>
<L>Where thou mai&s;t Grumble at me, but not bite.</L>
<L>If thou art God, as thou pretends to be,</L>
<L>Why do&s;t thou &s;uffer &s;uch a thing as me</L>
<L>T' expo&s;tulate &s;o long, and do&s;t not &s;how</L>
<L>Thy Judgments in my &s;peedy overthrow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>T.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is my goodne&s;s, and not thy, de&s;ert</L>
<L>That breads forbearance in my tender Heart;</L>
<L>Alas ! alas! What Honour would Accrue</L>
<L>To me in Conquering &s;uch a thing as you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thy Threats nor feign'd expre&s;&s;ions cannot move</L>
<L>My Heart from God, nor nothing make me Love;</L>
<L>Thy wretched &s;elf, then be content and cea&s;e.</L>
<L>To Urge my mind, or interrupt my peace.</L>
<L><HI>Now Gloriou<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> God, be plea&s;ed to Inflame</HI></L>
<L><HI>My Heart with Raptures, to Exrol thy Name,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Lord, I am weak, and if thou &s;hould&s;t deny</HI></L>
<L><HI>To, give me Strength, how weak a thing am I,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wean me, O wean me, from this Nur&s;ing Earth,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Make it my Sorrow, and thy Throne my Mirth;</HI></L>
<L><HI>When I am Tempted, make me under&s;tand,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thou ha&s;t a Storming and a Calming Hand;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then &s;hall my Ready Lips Expre&s;s, and &s;how</HI></L>
<L><HI>I know no more then thou would&s;t have me know;</HI></L>
<L><HI>My unty'd Tongue &s;hall evermore Proclaim</HI></L>
<L><HI>Exalted Prai&s;es to thy Holy Name.</HI></L>
</SP>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>J. Coniers</HI> at the <HI>Black-Raven</HI> in <HI>Duck-Lane.</HI></P>
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