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Reader, I give thee here
Two Songs in other Meetre:
I hope they will not make a jarre,
But close up all the sweeter.

1

Lord from the deeps I cry'd to thee,
My voice Lord do thou hear;
Unto my supplications voice
Let be attent thine ear.
Lord who should stand? if thou O Lord
Should'st mark iniquitie:
But with thee there forgiveness is

1

And now for such as feel
These hellish Buffettings,
And anguish of these sudden darts,
Which are the Serpents stings;
I shall a word or two
Or Counsel here annex:
God make them useful unto some
Whom Satan doth perplex.

2

Follow they Calling close.
Love not to be alone;
Save only when by secret Prayer,

Satanical injections foul
Shall not undo thy godly Soul.
That them bewails, resists, and hates,
Nor need such question their estates.

1

I may not here neglect
Another case to mind,
Wherewith some precious Souls to be
Full sore agriev'd I find:
A case calamitous,
Beyond the help of man;
For out of Satans deadly gripe
Christ only rescue can.

2

Another Combate between the Flesh and Spirit.

Flesh

1

Soul thou hast cause to fear
Thy Faith will not hold out:
And that it is but counterfeit
Thou do'st so often doubt.
See what a mighty power
Of Unbelief prevails
From time to time! and how thine heart
And Faith thee often fails.

Spirit.

2

A Dialogue between the Flesh and Spirit.

Flesh.

1

But oh methinks the Lord
Is angry with my Prayers,
The more I cry to him for help
The worse it with me fares.
The more I sue for grace
And beg for some relief:
The more he lets me be distrest,
And doubled is my grief.

2

I fear he reckoneth

A Dialogue wherein the Speakers are Distressed Conscience and Rectified Judgment.

Consc

1

'Tis not Affliction barely
That doth my Soul distress:
But rather multitude of sins
And mine own wickedness
Nor is it former faults
That now are brought to mind,
So much, as swarms of present sins
And hateful Lusts I find.

2

Another Dialogue or Combate between the Flesh and Spirit.

Flesh

1

Oh but I greatly fear,
My sufferings are not such
As Childrens Nurture use to be,
But that they differ much.
They are too great and long,
I fear, to stand with love:
Such everwhehning strokes, methinks,
Do rather hatred prove.

2

Were I a child of God

Being a Dialogue wherein the Speakers are Spirit and Flesh.

Spirit

1

My Soul what aileth thee
Thus heavily to droop,
And under thine Affliction
Dejectedly to stoop?
Art thou the onely man
That hath Affliction seen?
And have not better men then thou
As much afflicted been?

2

Hast thou no part in God?

1

Thus far in generall
About Afflictions,
Wherewith the Lord will exercise
All whom he owns for sons.
Now of particular Ailes
And Exercises great
(Such as most commonly befall)
We purpose to entreat.

2

The Spirit of a man
Will many Griefs sustain:
But who can bear a wounded Sp'rit?

XI.

The youth, whom admiration draws
To sacrifice at Beauty's shrine,
'Till, mad'ned with his own applause,
He deems the mortal nymph divine.
How does he time, and fate upbraid,
'Till wedded to th' all perfect maid.
But then the fond illusion flies: