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On his Preaching.
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On his Preaching.
If with the Almighty he prevailed so,Wonder not that he Wonders wrought below:
The Son of Consolation and of Thunder
Met both in him, in others are asunder.
He was (like Luke) Physitian of both kinds,
Wrought Cures upon Mens Bodies & their Minds,
The Falling-sickness of Apostacy,
Dropsie of Drunkenness, Prides Tympany,
The Meagrim of Opinions, new or old,
Palsie of Unbelief, Charities cold,
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The Collick in the Conscience he could cure:
Set the souls broken bones; by holy Art
He hath dissolv'd the Stone in many a Heart,
Harder than that he dy'd of—O come in,
Ye multitudes whom he hath heal'd of sin,
And thereby made his Debtors—Pay him now
Some of those tears which he laid out for you;
Interest-tears, I mean; for should you all
Weep over him both Use and Principal,
'Twould wash away the Stone (which covers him)
And make his Coffin (like an Ark) to swim.
Now wipe thine eyes (my Muse) & stop thy Verse
(Thy Ink can only serve to black his Hearse,)
Yet (stay) i'll drop one Tear, sigh one sigh more,
'Tis this, although my Poetry be poor
O what a mighty Prophet should I be,
Had this Elijah's Mantle faln to me!
Oh might I live his Life! I'd be content
His sore Diseases too should me torment:
And if his Patience could mine become,
I would not be afraid of Martyrdom.
R. W.
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