A Loyal SUBJECT'S loving ADVICE: OR, The only way to Happiness hear and hereafter, is to fear GOD and Honour the KING, which is to be Obtained by Earnest Prayer.  

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November the 11th 1685. R. L. S.   

THE want of Prayer proves the Souls Decay,  
Men cease to Prosper when they cease to Pray;  
Heaven's in that Prayer, when Circled round with Vice,  
Man Conquers Sin, that's Prayers Paradise.  
The fixing of our Hearts on Heaven by Prayer,  
Heals Sins deep Festering Wounds, Kills kill Care.  
O thou Eternal sempeternal Light,  
Give me the power to Pray, to pray aright:  
Souls that will mount, and gain Celestial Crown,  
Must Pray with Ardency, look up, not down.  
Man's mingling Prayer with Earth's cold Cogitation,  
Merits swift Vengeance, clothed in Black Damnation.  
Think on thy God, then in thy days of Youth,  
Search in the Morning of thy Years for Truth:  
No sooner man to Heaven divine Thoughts rear,  
But strait the Devil whispers in his Eare.  
Think on the World, thy Wealth, thy poor Estate,  
Means must be had, think on thy Neighbours hate;  
Think on revenge, think on thy change, thy crosses,  
Thy Lawsuits, Ships at Sea, thy Land, thy Losses;  
Away with Prayer, pucelle not thy Brain,  
Mind thou what's present, what's to come refrain:  
Thus speaks the subtle Fiend, of purpose bend,  
To put us out of practice to Repent;  
Like a false Sexton, he sets back the Clock  
To delay time, makes that our Stumbling Block:  
With glorious Outside, and deceitful Riches,  
Satan fools Mortals, Wisest men Bewitches.  
O Hell of Hells! man to the Celestial Race  
Does seldom run, but with a Jade like pace,  
Never considering how the mind, that's wrapped  
In wilful Wickedness, is ever apt  
To pine at Kings, snarl at pious Laws,  
Stir Rebbels on, to fight Religion's Cause;  
When Truth, and all true Christians know Religion  
Consists in true Obedience, not Rebellion.  
Men that give way to ill, to increase their good,  
Bring Famine on a Land, fierce Fire and Blood.  
Mercies bright Majesty, the Almighty strong,  
That tumbles down, the mighty only can  
Make the most potent Prince the poorest man:  
The peace of Kingdoms in a Breath disjoint,  
Spit all Earth's Children on Wars Rapiers point;  
Turn fruitful Fields to Iron, burn the Grass,  
And for our Sins convert the Heavens to Brass.  
Swell surging Seas, ye dreadful Deeps with Waves,  
Storms, Famine, Fire, and Sword to Dig our Graves:  
He must, he must; bad Statesmen ne'ar so big,  
Fall off themselves in time, break like a Twig.  
As one Nail drives another out of place,  
So Time clears Truth, drives Flattery to disgrace;  
Flatters are fearful Fiends, bright Honour's sting,  
Serpents, the worst of Traitors to a King,  
Dissembling Hypocrites, by Hell's aid appointed  
To Create Plots, to grieve the Lords Anointed.  
Prayer, like to hasty Power, fired shall choke,  
Flame Viperous Rebbels to a sudden smoke.  
God bless King JAMES, and all Descension Cease,  
That we at last may have Eternal Peace.   
JOHN PIKE.  
FINIS.   

LONDON, Printed for PETER PIKE, 1685.