Heavens Glory, Seeke It Earts Vanitie, Flye It. Hells Horror, Fere It [by Samuel Rowlands] |
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[Strike saile, poore soule]
Strike
saile, poore soule,
in sins tempestuous tide,
That runst to ruine
and eternall wracke:
Thy course from heauen
is exceeding wide,
Hels gulfe thou ent'rest,
if grace guide not backe:
Sathan is Pilot
in this nauigation,
The Ocean, Vanity,
The Rocke, damnation.
in sins tempestuous tide,
That runst to ruine
and eternall wracke:
Thy course from heauen
is exceeding wide,
Hels gulfe thou ent'rest,
if grace guide not backe:
Sathan is Pilot
in this nauigation,
The Ocean, Vanity,
The Rocke, damnation.
Warre with the Dragon,
and his whole alliance,
Renounce his league
intends thy vtter losse;
Take in sinnes flag of truce,
set out defiance,
Display Chrsts ensigne
with the bloudy crosse:
Against a Faith proofe
armed Christian Knight,
The hellish coward
dares not mannage fight.
and his whole alliance,
Renounce his league
intends thy vtter losse;
set out defiance,
Display Chrsts ensigne
with the bloudy crosse:
Against a Faith proofe
armed Christian Knight,
The hellish coward
dares not mannage fight.
Resist him then,
if thou wilt victor be,
For so he flies,
and is disanimate;
His fiery darts can haue
no force at thee,
The shield of faith doth all
their points rebate:
He conquers none to
his infernall den,
But yeelding slaues,
that wage not fight like men.
if thou wilt victor be,
For so he flies,
and is disanimate;
His fiery darts can haue
no force at thee,
The shield of faith doth all
their points rebate:
He conquers none to
his infernall den,
But yeelding slaues,
that wage not fight like men.
Those in the dungeon
of eternall darke,
He hath enthralled
euerlasting date,
Branded with Reprobations
cole-blacke marke,
Within the neuer-
opening ramd vp gate:
Where Diues rates one
drop of water more
Than any crowne
that euer Monarch wore.
of eternall darke,
He hath enthralled
euerlasting date,
Branded with Reprobations
cole-blacke marke,
Within the neuer-
opening ramd vp gate:
Where Diues rates one
drop of water more
Than any crowne
that euer Monarch wore.
Where furies haunt the hart-
torne wretch, despaire,
Where clamours cease not,
teeth are euer gnashing,
Where wrath and vengeance
sit in horrors chaire,
Where quenchlesse flames
of sulphur fire be flashing,
Where damned soules
blaspheme God in despight,
Where vtter darknesse
stands remou'd from light.
torne wretch, despaire,
Where clamours cease not,
teeth are euer gnashing,
Where wrath and vengeance
sit in horrors chaire,
Where quenchlesse flames
of sulphur fire be flashing,
blaspheme God in despight,
Where vtter darknesse
stands remou'd from light.
Where plagues inuiron,
torments compasse round,
Where anguish rores
in neuer stinted sorrow,
Where woe, woe, woe,
is euery voices sound,
Where night eternall
neuer yeelds to morrow:
Where damned tortures
dreadfull shall perseuer,
So long as God is God,
so long is euer.
torments compasse round,
Where anguish rores
in neuer stinted sorrow,
Where woe, woe, woe,
is euery voices sound,
Where night eternall
neuer yeelds to morrow:
Where damned tortures
dreadfull shall perseuer,
So long as God is God,
so long is euer.
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