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<P> THE Famous and Notable SAYINGS Of an Eminent HOLDER-FORTH NEAR COVENT-GARDEN.</P>
<P>Publi&s;hed for the Benefit of his Friends in the Counties of <HI>Wilts, Oxford, Somer&s;et, Southampton, Glouce&s;ter, Berks,</HI> and <HI>Middle&s;ex.</HI></P>
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<P><HI>LONDON.</HI></P>
<P>Printed for <HI>T. Lightfoot</HI> near <HI>Wood&s;treet,</HI> 1691.</P>
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<HEAD>Choice Sayings, and Exhorta|tions.</HEAD>
<P N="1">1. MY Beloved, it is my wi&s;h and hearty de&s;ire, that my Words might make your hard Hearts plyable to the Hammer of Reproof, that even &s;o it might beat them into Leaf-Gold, to adorn the Leaves and Covers of my Volums, and other good and u&s;eful books; and that every &s;yllable I utter, may find a Tabernacle in your Brains, and dwell there in Crowds and Clu&s;ters, like the Grapes of <HI>Canaan.</HI></P>
<P N="2">2. Come, come Women, away with your Fig-leaves, your Flames, and your &s;lender Excu&s;es; and when your Hus|bands ask you any Quc&s;tions, hide no|thing from them; nay, you had even bet|ter tell the Inqui&s;itive Fool, if he will know his own di&s;grace, he is a Cuckold, if truly he is &s;o, then tell a Lie, or an <HI>Ae&s;op</HI>'s Fable for the matter.</P>
<P N="3">3. Be watchful in your Callings; let the Men be vigilant to &s;crape together what they can, and their Wives be &s;ure to be good Hou&s;wifes, that Friends may have &s;omething by the bye, and cleanly Diet, when they make a private vi&s;it.</P>
<P N="4"><PB N="2" REF="3"> 4. As for Pride, it is the fir&s;t begotten of <HI>Lucifer,</HI> and has a great re&s;emblance of the Whore of <HI>Babylon;</HI> therefore down with it, I &s;ay, down with your <HI>May-pole Commodes,</HI> that Turki&s;h Heathen Fa&s;hion, Aped from <HI>Lewis</HI> XIV's Mi&s;s, and rather cut them into &s;nips to make Boys Kites-Tails, rather than &s;talk along the Streets like Monuments.</P>
<P N="5">5. My Beloved be &s;ure to beg Golden Snuffers, and refu&s;e tho&s;e that are Prince's Mettal, &s;ee they nip well, and be excellent|ly made, that you may &s;nuff the Candles of your under&s;tandings, le&s;t they twinkle as in the Socket, or being blown out by a puff of your Ignorance, you become &s;o many Dark-Lanthorns.</P>
<P N="6">6. I &s;ay unto ye, be Men that your Neighbours may give you large commen|dations, and your works be made vi&s;ible, for your Wives, and your own credit and advantage.</P>
<P N="7">7. Call Earth your Purgatory, and what you get here by over-reaching in your Shops, or at your ordinary Callings, lay it not up to ru&s;t in your Che&s;ts, like an old Back-&s;word that becomes u&s;ele&s;s for want of drawing, but let it be be&s;towed, as you get it, in works of Charity upon
<PB N="3" REF="4" MS="y"> us that laboor for your In&s;truction, and then it will prove like Honey &s;ucked out of Nettles and Thi&s;tles, &s;weetning your conceits, and making you jump from your Purgatory to paradice at a leap.</P>
<P N="8">8. Be &s;ure you highly prize Sun-&s;hine and Thunder; that is, plain piercing and rou&s;ing Holdings-forth; for what can benefit you that doth not inform you; dark and dull Teachers are fearful Judg|ments to ignorant block-head Hearers.</P>
<P N="9">9. Be not like &s;illy Children, that know not their own Fathers, that is who you ought to love be&s;t; but lay a&s;ide your pride and pamperings, to remember your contribution, be &s;ure to be liberal in that kind, though you have a Beaver Hat, a Wigg, a Top-knot, a Commode, or even a Gold Watch the le&s;s.</P>
<P N="10">10. Get up in the Morning &s;ooner for &s;hame; this I &s;peak to the Women that made the la&s;t day &s;o thin appearance, for &s;ome of you, are it &s;eems, &s;o tender for|&s;ooth that you cannot ri&s;e in cold Wea|ther to dre&s;s you time enough; but were I by your Bed-&s;ides I'd rou&s;e you with a Witne&s;s.</P>
<P N="11">11. Beware of the Mill, and the circle of the Mill of worldly bu&s;ine&s;s, and of the
<PB N="4" REF="5"> circle of &s;en&s;ual plea&s;ure; they be traps that take mo&s;t, and are the Death of all they take, the Mill doth &s;tore Hell with you poor Tennants, and the Circle &s;tore it with you rich Landlords.</P>
<P N="12">12. You think, I'll warrant you, all to be &s;aved by hearing of me; no, no, no &s;uch matter i'll a&s;&s;ure you; for unle&s;s you do as well as hear, you'll come &s;hort on't; and then at the la&s;t day, one will &s;ay, I was a hearerof &s;uch a one, I was one of Mr. <HI>B</HI>'s Congregation; why this is true, and if I &s;hould be asked the Que&s;tion, I can't de|ny it, I mu&s;t not tell a lye for the mat|ter in &s;uch a place; and then what a fine credit will it be for me to have Taught, and Taught, and yet you never the bet|ter, or the wi&s;er for all my In&s;tructions and Reproofs; then when you &s;ee me about to enter, one will catch hold of my Cloak, and another will catch hold of my Cloak, thinking I &s;hall pull you in af|ter me, but indeed I &s;han't be &s;o Civil, I tell you that; no, no, no &s;uch matter, I would not have you rely upon this, for in good earne&s;t you'll be mi&s;taken, and that very gro&s;ly too; for I'll e'en &s;how you a trick for it, and what do you think that will be? why truly when you think
<PB N="5" REF="6"> you have got fa&s;t hold, I'll &s;lip the But|ton of my Cloak, and let you all drop with it; and whether do you think you will be dropping then? why even to the dark bottomle&s;s Pit, Cloak and all toge|ther, and then con&s;ider what a &s;ad condi|tion you'll be in. Therefore let me again advi&s;e you, to add to your hearing, works of Charity, you know in what way I mean, and who expects it from you.</P>
<P N="13">13. We find one highly Extolled for Leaving all to become a Preacher, and pray what did he leave? why truly we read of nothing but a broken Net and a little Boat, it may be &s;ome five or &s;ix pound value; but here am I, who have left Fifty pound a Year to come among&s;t you, to edifie you by my Teaching; and what does all this come to? why truly al|mo&s;t to nothing at all, e&s;pecially to any purpo&s;e, for I don't know that I have re|ceived above &s;ix pound for all the pains I have taken in &s;weating and &s;training my Lungs: I have thra&s;hed and thra&s;hed to little purpo&s;e, I &s;ay, and can make but little Wheat fly out of the &s;tubborn Husk, it is a great &s;ign of a bad Harve&s;t of good Works: You, I &s;ay, are &s;o dull and drou|&s;ie in your performances, or rather too
<PB N="6" REF="7"> covetous, you would, I believe, have all for nothing by your good wills, you come crouding in &s;hoals from one end of the Town to the other, and &s;tand gaping with your Mouths at half-cock, to be edified by tho&s;e things I deliver to you out of my pains and &s;tudies, but when I come towards a conclu&s;ion, and begin to touch your <HI>Mammon,</HI> O then 'tis you begin to &s;hrug and draw in your Horns, one bu&s;tles to get out, and another crouds to be rubbing off, treading upon the Toes of his Neighbour for ha&s;te, and perhaps tumbling over an Old Woman at her Devotion, or breaking his &s;hins again&s;t the end of a Form.</P>
<P N="14">14. There on the other hand a mini|kin Dame who has &s;ate all the while to &s;hew her three &s;tory Flaldal, tricked up with Ribbonds, like a Mare for Sale in a Market or Fair, puts on her Hood for|&s;ooth, that might have been as well kept on before, and now pulls it over her face, &s;tealing out without leaving the value of a Mornings Draught behind her in the Ba&s;on.</P>
<P N="15">15. Whrt is it you come for my friends? 'tis for &s;ome purpo&s;e or no purpo&s;e, if it be to no purpo&s;e, to what end do you
<PB N="7" REF="8" MS="y"> come? Therefore I again admoni&s;h you to con&s;ider to what purpo&s;e you come, and if you come at all, let it be to &s;ome purpo&s;e; if you leave nothing behind you, you do not do half &s;o much good as a parcel of &s;illy Sheep upon a Common, for though they nibble the Gra&s;s, yet they let fall that from their Po&s;teriors that dungs the Ground and makes the Gra&s;s grow again.</P>
<P N="16">16. Now, it may be, &s;ome of you may &s;ay, why Mr. B&mdash;we are not de&s;irous to be behind hand with Sheep, if &s;uch a &s;mall courte&s;ie as that will do you any kind|ne&s;s, that's freely at your &s;ervice; but though we do receive a mouthful or two of your Pa&s;toral refre&s;hment, yet the price of a few words can &s;urely come to no great matter, they may be worth a T&mdash;rd or two, or &s;o, but for Mony we know better what to do with than to give it away for Bottle Air; No, no, we had rather &s;pend it in Bottle Ale, there's &s;ome &s;ub&s;tance in that; thus methinks, &s;ometimes, I hear &s;ome of you &s;ay, and fancy I &s;ee you fingering your Pettycoats and Breeches to leave me what the Cat left in the Malt-heap.</P>
<P N="17">17. But this won't do, it won't do I
<PB N="8" REF="9"> tell you, there will be no tru&s;ting to the hold of my Cloak for &s;uch as u&s;e me thus. The&s;e mu&s;t go they know not whether, unle&s;s they mend their manners, and grow more charitable: You little think how I have &s;ighed and groaned, and groaned and &s;ighed, and all I think to little purpo&s;e; &s;o that if there be any hopes left to work upon you, it is that the&s;e Sayings and Friendly Exhortations will make an Im|pre&s;&s;ion in your Minds, and be ever in your remembrances: If that expectation fail me, then I &s;hall de&s;pair of working my ends, unle&s;s I take the method of the Coun|try Curat, which, my Beloven, was this,</P>
<P>Once upon a time it happened, as the &s;tory goes, that the Curate finding his Congregation dull of Apprehen&s;ion, took an occa&s;ion after Sermon to tell them there would be a match of Cudgels play|ed. This plea&s;ed them mightily, and to it they went in the Church-yard, &s;o that the Curate, who was better skilled, and withal of able Body, broke a great many of their Heads. But this gave offence, and the Curat was &s;ent for, and repro|ved for &s;uch his undertaking; when in his Defence he replied, Truly it was a ne|ce&s;&s;ity put him upon it, for his Pari&s;hio|ners
<PB N="9" REF="10"> good; for being placed among&s;t a dull &s;ort of People, they for the mo&s;t part forgot what he delivered to them before they got out of the Church-yard: And therefore he took this method to beat it into their Heads, that they might carry it home with them and edifie.</P>
<P>My Friends, there are four &s;orts of run|nings. There is a running forward in the ways of Virtue, and that I commend to you; there is al&s;o a running away from Sin and Vice, and that's well enough too: But then there is a running backward from all good, and I'll a&s;&s;ure you that is very bad: But the la&s;t running is a complicated Running, and that is a run|ning in Debt, and that commonly runs a Man into Pri&s;on, and then though he would run to the Devil, yet there he mu&s;t &s;tay. My beloved, I charge you be|ware of this Running.</P>
<P>My Beloved, I have told you of four &s;orts of Runnings, I mu&s;t now tell you of four &s;orts of Stayings, al&s;o fir&s;t there is &s;taying away, that is from Church; and that's a bad &s;taying. Secondly, there is a &s;tayin&s;t at a Whore-Hou&s;e, and that's wor&s;e (and let me tell you by the way, I wi&s;h there be none of you guilty of
<PB N="10" REF="11"> this &s;taying)&punc; Thirdly, there is &s;taying in an Ale-Hou&s;e or a Tavern, and that I am afraid many of you do from Morning till Night: And then Fourthly and la&s;tly there is &s;taying at home, but that's only when you have no Mony to &s;pend abroad, and this is even as bad as the other.</P>
<P>My Beloved, as there are four &s;orts of runnings, and four &s;orts of &s;tayings, (which I could ea&s;ily have made half a dozen, but that I love brevity; &s;o my Friends, let me warn you again&s;t four &s;orts of Sins. Fir&s;t, the Sin of Drunkenne&s;s, and that's a bea&s;tly Sin&punc; for you know it often works both upwards and downwards, and leaves you in a bea&s;tly pickle; but I &s;pare your Ears, becau&s;e I doubt not you know it by experience, as well as I. Secondly, There's the Sin of Swearing, which is an unprofitable Sin; and therefore, I think, you don't u&s;e it much. And, thirdly, there's the Sin of Lying; and of this I'm affraid you all come in for a &s;nack, But the fourth and la&s;t Sin, is the &s;in of Whoring, and this indeed is a tick|ling &s;in; and I heartily wi&s;h we had not all of us been too often tickled with this Sin. But my Friends, though it has been thus, and though we have been all guilty, very guilty herein, yet let none de&s;pair, for di&s;pair is a very de&s;perate thing; and therefore let no one &s;tand lying in the Gulph of De&s;pair, but fail a ri&s;ing by a vigorous Repentance.</P>
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