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<HEAD>THE YOUNG-MANS VICTORY Over the POVVER of the DEVIL. Or, Strange and VVonderful News from the City of <HI>LONDON</HI>;</HEAD>
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<P>Being a full and true Relation of a Vertuous Young-Man, who being but Fifteen years of Age, living in the Pari&s;h of St. <HI>Giles's,</HI> was wonderfully tempted by the Devil: Di&s;covering the Baits of the Devil, and how he followed him from place to place, where&s;oever he did go, &s;till tempting to leave his School, and to fly from Godline&s;s, and to follow him, and he would furni&s;h him with Baggs of Gold and Silver, prom&s;ing to &s;how him all the Plea&s;ures and Happine&s;s that this World could afford, if he would but agree to follow his ways and take his Coun&s;ell. But this Youth having a &s;tedfa&s;t Faith in Chri&s;t, made the Devil this. An&s;wer: <HI>Be gone from me thou wicked and infernal Spirit, and tempt me no more, for I am &s;ure I &s;hall enjoy all the Plea&s;ures and Felicties that Heaven can afford, among&s;t all the Angels and Saints in Chri&s;t; therefore be gone from me thou wicked Deluder of poor Souls: I value not thy Bags of Gold and Silver, nor all the Plea&s;ures thou can&s;t give me in this World, when thou, Like a fal&s;e deluding Serpent, would&s;t have me to burn in Hell flames with thee.</HI> Where upon the Youth immediately fell down upon his Knees, praving to Almighty God, that he might be able to o|vercome the Wiles and Temptations of the &s;ubtile Deceiver.</P>
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<L>The Subtile Tempter fitteth his Temptations,</L>
<L>To the Degrees of <HI>Ages</HI> Inclinations.</L>
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<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>The State of Chiildhood he Allures with Play,</L>
<L>To ca&s;t both Book and Learning quite away.</L>
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<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>When Youth arrive unto a Manly Stature,</L>
<L>He baits his Hook after another Nature:</L>
<L>Women, Wine, Mu&s;ick, are the charms he finds</L>
<L>From Virtues Studies to attack their minds</L>
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<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>When Future State Man ca&s;t His thoughts upon,</L>
<L>And towards <HI>Heaven</HI> would be jogging on,</L>
<L><HI>Satan</HI> before him <HI>Worldly Trea&s;ures</HI> throw,</L>
<L>To make the <HI>Heaven</HI>-bound Pilgrim move more flow.</L>
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<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>But if this fail, another cau&s;e he'll try,</L>
<L>And lets his unrelenting Flames to fly</L>
<L>Stand fa&s;t by Faith left thou be over thrown,</L>
<L>The per&s;evering Chri&s;tian gains the Crown.</L>
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<P>The School-ma&s;ter and Schollar.</P>
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<P>The Vertu|ous Student</P>
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<P>The Holy Pilgrim tra|velling to the New <HI>Je|ru&s;alem.</HI></P>
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<P>The Chri|&s;tian armed again&s;t SA|TAN.</P>
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<P>N<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> now <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 words"> Way, and &s;traight is the Gate, that leadeth unto Life.</P>
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<P>Satan tempteth him to neglect Learning; and follow Gaming</P>
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<P>SATAN tempteth him from his Study to evil company.</P>
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<P>Satan tempteth him with Bag of Gold and Silver.</P>
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<P>Satan would tear him, but he is bound by Hell-flames.</P>
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<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
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<SPEAKER>Satan.</SPEAKER>
<L>WHither away young man? &s;peak, let me know:</L>
<L>That thee and I may like Companions go,</L>
<L>Walk not &s;o fa&s;t, but keep thou pace with me,</L>
<L>And I'll conduct thee to Felicity.</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Young man.</SPEAKER>
<L>My meaning is to thee I plainly tell</L>
<L>To &s;hun tho&s;e Crooked paths that lead to Hell:</L>
<L>For I de&s;ire to come to Heaven at la&s;t</L>
<L>And that's the rea&s;on why I go &s;o fa&s;t.</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sa.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pi&s;h, talk no more of that, but tell me why</L>
<L>Thou &s;eem&s;t not glad of my good Company?</L>
<L>Come, if thou can&s;t but take delight in me</L>
<L>I &s;hall be pleas'd with thy good Company.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>But I'm a fraid that thou wilt me intice</L>
<L>To fly from Virtue and to follow Vice,</L>
<L>Which may my poor immortal Soul in&s;nare</L>
<L>Of which I ought to take a &s;pecial care;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sa.</SPEAKER>
<L>Slight not my kindne&s;s for I do prote&s;t</L>
<L>I'll thee conduct to everla&s;ting re&s;t;</L>
<L>What can&s;t then mere de&s;ire, or ask of me?</L>
<L>I'll be thy Guide to ble&s;t Eternity.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>What thou pretends so, &s;hould I believe</L>
<L>I fear at la&s;t thou would&s;t my Soul deceive,</L>
<L>For tho&s;e who do mo&s;t kindne&s;s pretend</L>
<L>Do often prove deceitful in the end.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Sa.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be not &s;o ra&s;h my Youth, but grave and wi&s;e</L>
<L>With Rea&s;on and Di&s;cretion &s;till advice,</L>
<L>Believe my words and do not think I je&s;t</L>
<L>When as I &s;ay my foot-paths are the be&s;t;</L>
<L>Do not mi&s;take me, for 'tis I alone</L>
<L>Can make thee happy, (youth) and there is none</L>
<L>Can more advantage thee, they are but &s;tories</L>
<L>That they then hearkne&s;t too, call endle&s;s Glories.</L>
<L>I &s;ay believe me, for I can di&s;play</L>
<L>Truths figures, better by a deal than they;</L>
<L>It lies within my power to deal with you</L>
<L>As I my &s;elf &s;hall think mo&s;t fit todo:</L>
<L>T'is I can make the Rich, or make the Poor</L>
<L>And &s;end &s;uch pains thou can&s;t not well indure:</L>
<L>Or I can Crown thee with &s;uch joys that thou</L>
<L>Shalt hug my Charms, what fai&s;t thou to me now?</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tempter give o'er, thy crafty Wiles forbear</L>
<L>Such frothy promi&s;es cannot in&s;nare,</L>
<L>Nor win me to thy fal&s;e deluding will;</L>
<L>With what thou &s;eem'&s;t to Cure, thou mean'&s;t to kill:</L>
<L>build my Faith on a foundation &s;ure</L>
<L>Firm as a Rock, and ever will endure.</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sa.</SPEAKER>
<L>What! do&s;t thou count me a Perfidious wretch</L>
<L>That &s;eek by cra&s;ty wiles thy Soul to catch?</L>
<L>Alas! what profit can it be to me</L>
<L>By wronging &s;uch a &s;illy youth as thee.</L>
<L>The&s;e empty thoughts, me thinks mu&s;t needs pre&s;age</L>
<L>And &s;how the weakne&s;s of thy tender age:</L>
<L>Thy time and breath thou idly ha&s;t mi&s;pent</L>
<L>And for the &s;ame be &s;orry and Repent.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh happy word that thou ha&s;t now expre&s;t,</L>
<L>Repentance is the High-way to be Ble&s;t;</L>
<L>Deceitful Wretch begone, I cannot brook</L>
<L>Thy Golden Baits, nor yet thy Silver Hook:</L>
<L>Tho' thou pretende&s;t to be good and wi&s;e,</L>
<L>I fear thou art the father of all lyes,</L>
<L>Come for to try if thou can&s;t me deceive</L>
<L>As thou in <HI>Paradice</HI> betrayed&s;t <HI>Eve.</HI></L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well, if thou wilt not my per&s;wa&s;ions mind,</L>
<L>Twill be your lo&s;s you in the end will find,</L>
<L>For my part, I <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"> &s;o indifferent,</L>
<L>That lo&s;ing thee I &s;hall not much repent;</L>
<L>Take my in&s;tructions once I &s;ay again,</L>
<L>Le&s;t of thy folly thou too late complain:</L>
<L>Say: &s;hall I call thee mine, that thou may&s;t be</L>
<L>For ever ble&s;t with immortality?</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis not thy charming tongue that can prevail</L>
<L>Over my armed <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">oul thou do&s;t a&s;&s;aile;</L>
<L>Gods Holy Word I'll &s;trive for to fulfil,</L>
<L>And his Commands &s;hall be my Bya&s;s &s;till;</L>
<L>T'is not thy promi&s;es that I believe,</L>
<L>Nor painted joys wherewith thou would&s;t deceive;</L>
<L>'Tis not the Venome of thy Poy&s;oned Dart</L>
<L>Can hurt or penetrate my tender heart,</L>
<L>Religion is my Buckler and my Shield,</L>
<L>It lies not in thy power to make me yield,</L>
<L>The Paths are &s;treight in which I ought to run,</L>
<L>Some u&s;e the broad ways till they are undone,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e that Virtue leave to follow Vice,</L>
<L>Them&s;elves bereave of Ble&s;&s;ed <HI>Paradice.</HI></L>
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<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<L>Plead not Religion, for I dare maintain</L>
<L>That what thou &s;eeke&s;t for is all in vain;</L>
<L>And let me tell you, 'tis not right nor ju&s;t</L>
<L>For to condemn me e're you try or tru&s;t;</L>
<L>Ob&s;erve my Actions, mind but my de&s;ign,</L>
<L>And in the end the profit will be thine;</L>
<L>Why to each other &s;hould we be &s;o &s;trange?</L>
<L>Be rul'd by me, we hearts will interchange.</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou &s;ay&s;t that thou art good, but if thou be,</L>
<L>Why do&s;t thou &s;trive thus to intangle me?</L>
<L>My Con&s;cience bids me tell thee (when thou crye&s;t</L>
<L>Thou'rt great, and good, and real) that thou lye&s;t;</L>
<L>If thou wert &s;o, why do&s;t thou &s;trive to bring</L>
<L>Me to de&s;tructive, poor and helple&s;s thing?</L>
<L>What Charity can &s;eem in thee to &s;hine,</L>
<L>Or lodge within a Brea&s;t &s;o cur&s;t as thine?</L>
<L>Heavens help I will implore, then &s;hall I be</L>
<L>From thee and all thy Stratagems mo&s;t free.</L>
<L>Lord let him not conjure me by his Charms,</L>
<L>Who&s;e courtefies are nothing le&s;s thaa harms,</L>
<L>Do thou protect me, I &s;hall be &s;ecure</L>
<L>From his fierce on-&s;ets that would me allure,</L>
<L>Give me thy Grace, then &s;hall I happy be,</L>
<L>And o're Temptation get the Victory.</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<L>What, &s;till deny! will notihng thee engage</L>
<L>For to e&s;cape the fury of my rage;</L>
<L>Thou'lt pull upon thee horrour and di&s;tre&s;s,</L>
<L>Till thou crye&s;t out that thou art pittile&s;s,</L>
<L>And none &s;hall come to ea&s;e thee of thy grief,</L>
<L>Nor &s;hall thy mourning yield to thee relief,</L>
<L>I will aflict thee with &s;uch Judgments &s;ore,</L>
<L>That thou in vain my pitty &s;hall implore.</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>What tho' the Spring-Tide of thy fierce de&s;ire;</L>
<L>Flow to the height, yet &s;till my heart a&s;pires</L>
<L>To Ble&s;&s;ed Glory, where th<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> Angels &s;ings,</L>
<L>Great <HI>Hallelujahs</HI> to the King of Kings:</L>
<L>Thou Soul-deceiver my heart yields no place</L>
<L>But (no<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span">ke) I &s;corn thee to thy race;</L>
<L>Thy well-Dy'd Coloars, which thy Art prepares,</L>
<L>Thy impudence &s;ufficiently declares;</L>
<L>Now batter on, for I do fear thee nor,</L>
<L>My armed Soul doth fear no Cannon-&s;hot.</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<L>If thou do&s;t move my anger, thou wilt find</L>
<L>What 'tis to move a Friend that would be kind:</L>
<L>Haves not &s;ought thee both by night and day</L>
<L>To go to bli&s;s?</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>The quite contrary way.</L>
<L><HI>S.</HI> Have I not promis'd all hears can de&s;ire</L>
<L>To &s;ave thy Soul?</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, no, thou art a Lyar</L>
<L><HI>S.</HI> Did I not promi&s;e to thee to be ju&s;t?</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>But who is &s;o mad in thee to put their tru&s;t</L>
<L><HI>S.</HI> Did I not promi&s;e that thou &s;hould&s;t be wi&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Through grace I did thy promi&s;es de&s;pi&s;e.</L>
<L><HI>S.</HI> Did I not promi&s;e to increa&s;e thy &s;tore?</L>
<L><HI>Y</HI> Thou art a Lyar, I replyed before.</L>
<L><HI>S.</HI> Did I not promi&s;e thee Eternal bli&s;s?</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>But who can give that which is none of his.</L>
<L><HI>S.</HI> I by fair terms has labour'd tho' in vain?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>That which I hope thou never wilt obtain.</L>
<L><HI>S.</HI> But what if <HI>I</HI> &s;hould threaten thee with grief?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>To Heaven I'd fly, and there &s;hould find relief.</L>
<L><HI>S.</HI> Well then <HI>I</HI>'ll leave thee &s;ince it is in vain</L>
<L>To &s;trive to get that which <HI>I</HI> would obtain,</L>
<L>At my departure 'll give thee a Cur&s;e,</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>And if thou do&s;t I &s;hall be ne'er the wor&s;e:</L>
<L><HI>Satan</HI> be gone, for it is in vain to think</L>
<L>Whom Chri&s;t protects that thou can&s;t cau&s;e to &s;ink.</L>
<L><HI>S.</HI> Why do&s;t thou bid me go that fain would ble&s;s</L>
<L>Thy Soul with everla&s;ting Happine&s;s?</L>
<L>Come let's agree, and lend to me a &s;mile,</L>
<L>That never &s;ought thy Soul for to beguile.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou art, and ever wert a great Deceiver,</L>
<L>Striving to couquer e'ery Ju&s;t Believer;</L>
<L>And He will prove a Saviour at the la&s;t,</L>
<L>Who through His Grace in Chains doth keep thee fa&s;t.</L>
<L><HI>S.</HI> It is my kindne&s;s, and not thy de&s;ert,</L>
<L>That makes me thus in Peace from thee to part;</L>
<L>Think not that I did &s;eek thy overthrow,</L>
<L>I &s;ought the good, tho' thou did&s;t &s;ay me no,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y.</SPEAKER>
<L>I value not thy kindne&s;s, but de&s;ire</L>
<L>That God would &s;ave me from Eternal Fire;</L>
<L>So Satan now be gone, for I do tru&s;t,</L>
<L>After this Life, to live among the ju&s;t,</L>
<L>Where thou wert once, but by thy cur&s;ed Pride,</L>
<L>Eternal Mi&s;ery did thee betide.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby</HI> at the Golden Ball near the <HI>Bear Tavern</HI> in <HI>Pye-Corner.</HI></P>
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