The Minor Poems of Joseph Beaumont ... Edited from the autograph manuscript with introduction and notes by Eloise Robinson |
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A Dialogue
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A Dialogue
DivesO let thy Pitty, gracious Sire,
Drop down on my tormenting Fire!
Though in profoundest Death I frie,
Alas, I have not leave to die.
Lo how, with my Complaint, the Flame
Forth from my scorched Lipps doth stream:
One Dropp of Water will to me
An Ocean of Comfort be.
Send Lazarus then to Me beneath
To quench my Toung, & cool my Death.
Abraham
When Thou & He on earth did dwell,
Thou hadst thy Heavn, & He his Hell:
But changed Bothe, you now do reign,
In Pleasure He, & Thou in Pain.
Thou hadst thy Heavn, & He his Hell:
But changed Bothe, you now do reign,
In Pleasure He, & Thou in Pain.
Besides, between our Realm, & yours,
A mighty Gulfe the Way devours,
And frights all Feet from venturing through
From You to Us or Us to You.
A mighty Gulfe the Way devours,
And frights all Feet from venturing through
From You to Us or Us to You.
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Then let Him warn my Brethren how
To scape this Sink of Deaths below:
'Tis Loss more than enough, that thus
Hell has gaind One of Six of Us.
Abraham
What other Preachers need They, who
May to the Law & Prophets go?
Dives
Yf One from Death to Life repent,
'Twill make them also Paenitent:
A Dead Toung moves the quickliest, and
No Pulpits can like Graves command.
Abraham
When Moyses, & the Prophets can
Not rouse th' impaenitent Heart of Man;
No Resurrection of the Dead
Will Raise Him from his sinfull Bed.
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