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<HEAD>GOD Almighty's CALL <HI>To the Healthy and to the Sick, <HI>To which are added, The Authors and a Renowned Bi&s;hops Ver&s;es upon the Holy Bible.</HI></HI></HEAD>
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<HEAD>GOD Almighty's CALL to the Healthy.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>O ye, who&s;e Benefits from me are not Narrow,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who&s;e Bre&s;ts are full of Milk, and Bones of Marrow.</HI></L>
<L>Que&s;t. 1. <HI>DOth Sloth become you, Sirs?</HI> Or don't you fear</L>
<L>The wicked &s;lothful Servants doom to bear?</L>
<L>Q.2. <HI>Doth luxury of Sleep become?</HI> O then</L>
<L>Of Life-time's &s;hortne&s;s ne'er complain agen.</L>
<L>Q.3. <HI>Doth Body-pampering you become?</HI> Alas!</L>
<L>Deny then if you can, your Fle&s;h is Gra&s;s!</L>
<L>Q.4. <HI>Doth Worldly Pomp become you?</HI> If it do,</L>
<L>Then Grace and Glory cann't become you too!</L>
<L>Q.5. <HI>Doth Gluttony become you?</HI> Sirs, if &s;o,</L>
<L>Say plainly you no GOD but Belly know!</L>
<L>Q.6. <HI>Doth Idle Chat become you?</HI> VVon't your Lord</L>
<L>Require account, for every Idle Word?</L>
<L>Q.7. <HI>Doth Company lewd become?</HI> Of &s;uch is Hell;</L>
<L>And would you chu&s;e indeed, with &s;uch to dwell?</L>
<L>Q.8. <HI>Doth Gaming you become?</HI> O don't mi&s;take,</L>
<L>Though Games make Sports, yet Sports do Torments make.</L>
<L>Q.9. <HI>Doth Worldly Care become you?</HI> Sirs 'tis true,</L>
<L>That GOD and Mammon cann't be &s;erved too.</L>
<L>Q.10 <HI>Doth u&s;e of Thoughts unbridled you become?</HI></L>
<L>Is't nothing to be Diveli&s;h, &s;o you are dumb?</L>
<L>Q.11. <HI>Doth Reading paltry Books become?</HI> Your Eyes</L>
<L>Were made to Read the Books that make you Wi&s;e.</L>
<L>Q.12. <HI>O what becomes you!</HI> But to &s;eek your Peace,</L>
<L>And Holine&s;s, and Vertues true Encrea&s;e.</L>
<L><HI>An&s;wer, O ye, who&s;e Benefits are not Narrow;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who&s;e Brea&s;ts are full of Milk, and Bones of Marrow.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>GOD Almighty's Call to the Sick.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>O ye, who&s;e &s;trings of Eyes and very Heart,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Are, to your feeling, ready break apart.</HI></L>
<L>Que&s;t. 1. WHat &s;ay ye now? <HI>Is there a God or no?</HI></L>
<L>Athei&s;ts, in dying hours, Believers grow.</L>
<L>Q.2. What &s;ay ye now? <HI>Are God and You now Friends?</HI></L>
<L>For now the Reconciling Sea&s;on ends.</L>
<L>Q.3. What &s;ay ye now? <HI>Is time a Price or not?</HI></L>
<L>The true&s;t Knowledge, is on Sick-beds got.</L>
<L>Q.4. What &s;ay now? <HI>Do not your Hopes now Shrink?</HI></L>
<L>For Sick Men &s;ee, though Healthy u&s;e to wink.</L>
<L>Q.5. VVhat &s;ay ye now? <HI>Is Sin a Load now Light?</HI></L>
<L>Sin's lea&s;t in Thought, when Death is lea&s;t in Sight.</L>
<L>Q.6. VVhat &s;ay you now? <HI>Is World Pearl in your Eye?</HI></L>
<L>All dying Lips call world a deadly Lye.</L>
<L>Q.7. VVhat &s;ay ye now? <HI>Now's Godline&s;s great Gain?</HI></L>
<L>No dying Saint, e're thought his Labour vain.</L>
<L>Q.8. VVhat &s;ay ye now? <HI>Now will ye &s;hape to dye?</HI></L>
<L>O where's your Plea! for Lo your Judge draws nigh!</L>
<L>Q.9. VVhat &s;ay ye now? <HI>Now will ye Elders call?</HI></L>
<L>VVhen too much can't be done; who'd not do all?</L>
<L>Q.10. VVhat &s;ay ye now? <HI>Now list ye to Convert?</HI></L>
<L>Repentance late, need be with all the Heart.</L>
<L>Q.11. VVhat &s;ay ye now? <HI>Vows holy will ye make?</HI></L>
<L>Sin mo&s;t renounce; but very few for&s;ake.</L>
<L>Q.12. This therefore &s;ay: <HI>Shall not the&s;e Vows be Vain?</HI></L>
<L>If I &s;hall Heal, and Rai&s;e you up again.</L>
<L><HI>An&s;wer O ye, who&s;e &s;trings of Eye and Heart,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Be, to your feeling, ready break apart.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>Upon the HOLY BIBLE.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MEthinks 'twas witty that <HI>Minerva's</HI> Fowls,</L>
<L>The <HI>Greeks</HI> would make to be the very <HI>Owls;</HI></L>
<L>Sure 'twas to &s;hew, that <HI>Natural Learning's</HI> blind,</L>
<L>Till Light from Revelation, it did find</L>
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<L>Let other Merchants, into <HI>Toads-Heads</HI> look,</L>
<L>For Pearls of <HI>Wi&s;dom:</HI> But give me <HI>God's Book.</HI></L>
<L>Mens Books, the be&s;t, &s;hall never fit my Head;</L>
<L>VVith God's, I'll <HI>Ri&s;e;</HI> with God's, I'll <HI>go to Bed.</HI></L>
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<L>Ah empty <HI>Bodley!</HI> Emptyer <HI>Vatican!</HI></L>
<L>Bible makes <HI>Saint;</HI> your Books &s;carce make a Man;</L>
<L>God's Book's more Bright then <HI>Sun,</HI> more loud then <HI>Thunder;</HI></L>
<L>'Tis Light and Law from <HI>Heaven,</HI> to all that's under.</L>
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<L>Gaze on <HI>A&s;tronomers,</HI> on your &s;plended <HI>Trains;</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>Starry-Hou&s;es,</HI> Stable all your Brains!</L>
<L>My Bible's <HI>Sun</HI> and <HI>Moon</HI> and <HI>Stars</HI> to me;</L>
<L>The <HI>Star</HI> that Leads, to all I care to &s;ee!</L>
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<L>Away, ye <HI>Sons of Phy&s;ick!</HI> True, your <HI>Steel</HI></L>
<L>Opens my di&s;affected <HI>Spleen,</HI> I feel!</L>
<L><HI>Ca&s;toreum</HI> relieves my <HI>Brain</HI> when't akes,</L>
<L>And Sulphur from my Lungs their Loading takes:</L>
<L>But <HI>Bible</HI>'s <HI>Food,</HI> and <HI>Fea&s;t,</HI> and <HI>Phy&s;ick</HI> too;</L>
<L><HI>Feeds, Chears,</HI> and <HI>Cures,</HI> as nought of yours can do!</L>
<L>Bible makes <HI>Light&s;om</HI> &s;till, and never <HI>Light;</HI></L>
<L>Still <HI>Merry,</HI> never <HI>Vain; Down,</HI> and <HI>&V;pright!</HI></L>
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<HEAD><HI>Ver&s;es found written in the</HI> BIBLE <HI>of the Right Reverend Bi&s;hop</HI> Prideaux.</HEAD>
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<L>THis is the <HI>Volumn,</HI> in who&s;e precious <HI>Leaves,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mysterys</HI> of Heavenly <HI>Trea&s;ure, God</HI> bequeathes;</L>
<L><HI>Objects</HI> and <HI>Subjects,</HI> of each Chri&s;tian Eye:</L>
<L>By the&s;e who <HI>Lives,</HI> by <HI>Death</HI> &s;hall never <HI>Dye!</HI></L>
<L>Here Shines the <HI>Sun of Grace,</HI> diffu&s;ing wide</L>
<L>His <HI>Quickning Beams</HI> on all, from &s;ide to &s;ide!</L>
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<L>Here <HI>God and Man</HI> do both Embrace each other;</L>
<L>Met in one <HI>Per&s;on, Heaven</HI> and <HI>Earth</HI> do Ki&s;s:</L>
<L>Here a <HI>Pure-Virgin</HI> doth become a <HI>Mother;</HI></L>
<L>And bear a <HI>Son,</HI> that the World's Father is.</L>
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<L>Here comes <HI>True Bli&s;s</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 word">, flying from on high;</L>
<L>To hale us out of <HI>Hells</HI> dar<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="2 letters"> Mi&s;ery.</L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>George Larkin,</HI> at the <HI>Two Swans</HI> without <HI>Bi&s;hop&s;gate,</HI> 1687. With Allowance.</P>
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