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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
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<HEAD>Signs of <HI>Apo&s;tary</HI> LAMENTED.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DOST thou the Name of <HI>Chri&s;tian</HI> Profe&s;s?</L>
<L>Then let &s;ome Signs appear in <HI>outward</HI> Dre&s;s;</L>
<L>Or el&s;e a fore Su&s;pition thou do&s;t leave,</L>
<L>That CHRIST indeed thy Soul did ne're receive:</L>
<L>So as of Him alone to make thy Choice,</L>
<L>In &s;adde&s;t Sorrows in Him to Rejoyce.</L>
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<LG>
<L>ART thou one of CHRIST's Sheep, where is the Mark?</L>
<L>Is that it on thy Head? it's very Dark;</L>
<L>It hardly will be own'd at the la&s;t Day,</L>
<L>But JESUS CHRIST unto all &s;uch will &s;ay,</L>
<L>Away be gone, be gone away from me,</L>
<L>I am di&s;pleas'd <HI>both</HI> with thy Garb <HI>and</HI> Thee.</L>
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<LG>
<L>LET thy <HI>Attire</HI> be &s;uch in any ca&s;e,</L>
<L>As may bear <HI>outward</HI> Signs of <HI>inward</HI> Grace;</L>
<L>Then &s;ure tho&s;e Signs &s;ome carry on their Head,</L>
<L>Do plainly &s;how the inward Man is Dead.</L>
<L>LORD, pluck &s;uch Brands as the&s;e out of the Fire,</L>
<L>So we thy Rich Grace &s;hall the more Admire,</L>
<L>And make us Blu&s;h, and be A&s;ham'd that we</L>
<L>Should <HI>Glory</HI> in that, which our <HI>Shame</HI> &s;hould be.</L>
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<LG>
<L>THE Word of GOD calls things by the right name,</L>
<L>So do not we, le&s;t we our &s;elves &s;hould blame:</L>
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Pride by the name of Decency we call,</L>
<L>Although to <HI>Adam</HI> it gave &s;uch a fall;</L>
<L>Which hath benumm'd our Sen&s;es, &s;o that we</L>
<L>Remain &s;tark Blind, till GOD doth make us &s;ee:</L>
<L>The greater is the Danger we are in,</L>
<L>By rea&s;on of that Tooth&s;ome Cur&s;ed Sin.</L>
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<LG>
<L>O WHAT a &s;hame to <HI>Chri&s;tians</HI> &s;hould this be,</L>
<L>That <HI>Sorcerers</HI> &s;hould &s;o affected be,</L>
<L>As by <HI>Paul's</HI> Preaching from their Sins to turn,</L>
<L>And readily all their ill Books to burn?</L>
<L>O that our <HI>Top-knot</HI> wearers would do &s;o,</L>
<L>Their fooli&s;h <HI>Baubles</HI> readily forego;</L>
<L>O what an Honour it would be to them,</L>
<L>In &s;ight of GOD, and of all &s;ober men?</L>
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<LG>
<L>WHEN <HI>Perriwigs</HI> in Thrones and <HI>Pulpits</HI> get,</L>
<L>And <HI>Hairy Top-knots</HI> in high Seats are &s;et;</L>
<L>Then may we Pray, have Mercy LORD on us,</L>
<L>That in <HI>New-England</HI> it &s;hould now be thus,</L>
<L>Which in time pa&s;t a Land of Pray'r hath been,</L>
<L>But now is Pray'r turn'd out of Doors by Sin:</L>
<L>For <HI>Pride</HI> and <HI>Prayer</HI> can't together dwell,</L>
<L><HI>One</HI> leads to Heaven, the <HI>other</HI> leads to Hell.</L>
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<LG>
<L>ART thou a <HI>Chri&s;tian,</HI> O then why do&s;t wear</L>
<L>Upon thy Sacred Head, the filthy <HI>Hair</HI></L>
<L>Of &s;ome vile Wretch, by foul Di&s;ea&s;e that fell,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Soul perhaps is burning now in Hell?</L>
<L>O therefore I do you mo&s;t humbly pray,</L>
<L>Your mon&s;trous <HI>Perriwigs</HI> ca&s;t quite away:</L>
<L>If JESUS CHRIST unto your Souls were &s;weet,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e <HI>Toys</HI> on Head you'd trample under Feet,</L>
<L>And &s;ay to them with indignation,</L>
<L>As <HI>Ephraim</HI> to his Idols, be you gone;</L>
<L>We never will have more to do with you,</L>
<L>Le&s;t GOD in's wrath out of his Land us &s;pue.</L>
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<LG>
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<L>A TENDER Con&s;cience a great Ble&s;&s;ing is,</L>
<L>Sure willingly &s;uch will not do ami&s;s;</L>
<L>But carefully will watch again&s;t all Sin,</L>
<L>In <HI>outward</HI> Man as well as Heart within:</L>
<L>Ab&s;taining all appearances of Evil,</L>
<L>Le&s;t they therein re&s;emble &s;hould the Devil.</L>
<L>Many there are that &s;ay they do believe,</L>
<L>But they therein do but them&s;elves deceive;</L>
<L>For Faith that's true will purifie the Heart,</L>
<L>And from the mo&s;t beloved Sin will part.</L>
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<L>WHAT Mercy is't, that GOD will chide and &s;trike</L>
<L>His deare&s;t Children; if they will walk like</L>
<L>The fooli&s;h World, who Lu&s;t and Pride do mind,</L>
<L>Reward thereof they in the end will find</L>
<L>Bitter to be, if on they yet do go,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e Sin leads to final overthrow.</L>
<L>Then help us LORD to mend our way, that we</L>
<L>In Heart and Life may wholly turn to Thee;</L>
<L>And ca&s;t away our <HI>Fooli&s;h Fancies</HI> all,</L>
<L>Le&s;t GOD in wrath take <HI>Head</HI> and <HI>Crown</HI> and all.</L>
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<LG>
<L>I AM amazed much to think how we,</L>
<L>Are backward gone from GOD, and cannot &s;ee</L>
<L>Who'ere allow them&s;elves in <HI>one</HI> known Sin,</L>
<L>Satan hath got &s;uch &s;afely in his Gin:</L>
<L>And if that their Repentance come too late,</L>
<L>All &s;uch will be &s;hut out of Heavens Gate;</L>
<L>If you therefore this Gate would enter in,</L>
<L>You mu&s;t be &s;ure to fight again&s;t <HI>all</HI> Sin.</L>
<L>No <HI>Perriwig,</HI> or <HI>Hairy Top-knot</HI> &s;pare,</L>
<L>Though they as dear as Eye or Right-hand are;</L>
<L>El&s;e thou can&s;t not with <HI>David</HI> &s;ay, Lord I</L>
<L>Have kept my &s;elf from <HI>mine</HI> Iniquity!</L>
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<HEAD>A <HI>Caution</HI> to prevent <HI>Scandal.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A FALSE Report again&s;t thy Brother, thou</L>
<L>Shalt not take up, much le&s;s thy &s;elf allow</L>
<L>Him to defame, in Thought, in Deed, or Tongue:</L>
<L>GOD is a ju&s;t Revenger of &s;uch Wrong.</L>
<L>And will <HI>again</HI> them pay in their own Coin,</L>
<L>Who <HI>thus</HI> their Brothers Credit do purloin;</L>
<L>And will on &s;uch his Righteous Sentence pa&s;s,</L>
<L>Which &s;hall make them cry out, Woe and Alas!</L>
<L>That ever I my Brothers Name &s;hould tear,</L>
<L>Whom I in Love upon my Heart &s;hould bear!</L>
<L>As CHRIST my Saviour hath commanded me,</L>
<L>Whereby thou may&s;t know He hath Loved thee.</L>
<L>If thou do&s;t not Love Him whom thou do&s;t &s;ee,</L>
<L>How can&s;t thou &s;ay in Heart thou Love&s;t me?</L>
<L>Which Love, O LORD, in me increa&s;e, that I,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t I do Live, may longing be to Dye.</L>
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<BYLINE>By a Friend, who though <HI>no</HI> lover of <HI>Perriwigs</HI> or <HI>Top-knots,</HI> yet is a real lover <HI>of,</HI> and well-wi&s;her <HI>to,</HI> and a hearty petitioner <HI>for</HI> the Eternal Salva|tion of your precious immortal Souls.</BYLINE>
<CLOSER><SIGNED><HI>Benjamin Bo&s;worth,</HI> of <HI>New-England.</HI></SIGNED>
<DATELINE><DATE>In the 81&s;t Year of my Age, 1693.</DATE></DATELINE></CLOSER>
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