Woodes, Nathaniel · published 1581 · first performed or written 1572 [1570-1581] (Annals) moral T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.75 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
But let us homeward go again, some pastime there to make, My whole delight in sport and games, of pleasure I repose: Nay stay thy journey here awhile, I do thee prisoner take, I shall abate thy pleasures soon, yea, to soon. thou wilt suppose, What is thy name? whence comest thou? wherefore to me disclose? My name is called Confusion and horror of the mind, And to correct impenitents, of God I am assigned. And for because thou dost despise, God's mercy and his grace, And wouldst no admonition take, by them that did thee warn, Neither when Conscience counseled thee, thou wouldst his words embrace who would have had thee unto god, obedience true to learn: Nor couldst between Suggestions craft, & Conscience truth discern Behold therefore, thou shalt of me another lesson hear, Which will thou, nil thou, with torment of Conscience, thou shalt bear And where thou hast extinguished, the holy Spirit of God, And made him weary with thy sins, which daily thou hast done, He will no longer in thy soul, and spirit make abode: But with the Graces, which he gave to thee, now is he gone, So that to Godward, by Christ's death, rejoicing thou hast none, The peace of Conscience faded is, in stead whereof, I bring The Spirit of Sathan, blasphemy, confusion and cursing. The glass likewise of vanities, which is thine only joy I will transform into the Glass of deadly desperation, By looking in the which, thou shalt conceive a great annoy: Thus have I caught thee in thy pride, and brought thee to damnation: So that thou art a pattern true, of God's just indignation: Whereby each man may warned be, the like sins to eschew, lest the same torments they incur, which in thee they shall view. O painful pain of deep disdain, oh griping grief of hell, Oh horror huge, oh soul suppressed, and slain with desperation, Oh heap of sins, the sum whereof, no man can number well: Oh death, oh furious flames of hell, my just recompensation, Oh wretched wight, oh creature cursed, oh child of condemnation. Oh angry God, and merciless, most fearful to behold, Oh Christ thou art no Lamb to me, but Lion fierce and bold. Alas dear Father, what doth move and cause you to lament? My sins (alas) which in this Glass, appear innumerable, For which I shall no pardon get, for God is fully bent: In fury for to punish me, with pains intolerable: Neither to call to him for grace, or pardon am I able, My sin is unto death, I feel Christ's death doth me no good, Neither for my behoof, did Christ shed his most precious blood. Alas dear Father (alas I say) what sudden change is this? I am condemned into hell, these torments to sustain. Oh say not so my Father dear, God's mercy mighty is,
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But let vs homewarde goe againe, ſome paſtime there to make, My whole delight in ſport and games, of pleaſure I repoſe: Nay ſtay thy iournay héere awhile, I doo thée priſoner take, I ſhall abate thy pleaſures ſoone, yea, to ſoone. thou wilt ſuppoſe, What is thy name? whence commeſt thou? wherfore to me diſcloſe? My name is calde Confuſion and horror of the mynde, And to correct impenitents, of God I am aſſignde. And for becauſe thon doſt diſpiſe, Gods mercy and his grace, And wouldſt no admonytion take, by them that did thée warne, Neither when Conſcience counſailed thée, thou wouldſt his wordes imbrace who would haue had thée vnto god, obedience tru to learne: Nor couldſt betwéene Suggeſtions craft, & Conſcience truth diſcerne Beholde therfore, thou ſhalt of mée an other leſſon heare, Which wil thou, nil thou, wt torment of Conſcience, thou ſhalt beare And where thou haſt extinguiſhed, the holy Spirit of God, And made him wery with thy ſinnes, which dayly thou haſt done, He will no lenger in thy ſoule, and ſpirit make abode: But with the Graces, which he gaue to thée, now is he gone, So that to Godwarde, by Chriſtes death, reioyſing thou haſt none, The peace of Conſcience faded is, in ſtead whereof, I brlng The Spirit of Sathan, blaſphemy, confuſion and curſing. The Glaſie likewiſe of vanyties, which is thine onely ioy I will tranſforme into the Glaſſe of deadly deſperation, By looking in the which, thou ſhalt conceiue a great annoy: Thus haue I caught thée in thy pride, and brought thée to damnatiō: So that thou art a patterne true, of Gods iuſt indignation: Whereby eche man may warned be, the like ſinnes to eſchew, Leaſt the ſame torments they incurre, which in thée they ſhall view. O painfull paine of déepe diſdaine, oh griping gréefe of hell, Oh horror huge, oh ſoule ſuppreſt, and ſlaine with deſperation, Oh heape of ſinnes, the ſum wherof, no man can number well: Oh death, oh furious flames of hell, my iuſt recompenſation, Oh wretched wight, oh creature curſt, oh childe of condempnation. Oh angrie God, and mercileſſe, moſt fearefull to beholde, Oh Chriſt thou art no Lambe to mée, but Lion fearce and boulde. Alas deare Father, what doth moue and cauſe you to lament? My ſinnes (alas) which in this Glaſſe, appeare innumerable, For which I ſhall no pardon get, for God is fully bent: In furie for to puniſh me, with paines intollerable: Neither to call to him for grace, or pardon am I able, My ſinne is vnto death, I féele Chriſtes death doth me no good, Neither for my behoofe, did Chriſt ſhed his moſt precious bloud. Alas deare Father (alas I ſay) what ſodaine chaunge is this? I am condemned into hell, theſe torments to ſuſtaine. Oh ſay not ſo my Father deare, Gods mercy mighty is,