The YOUNGMAN'S Conquest Over the POWERS of DARKNESS. In a DIALOGUE, Between a Virtuous Youngman, and the Subtle Insinuating Tempter Discovering the Baits of SATAN, and the Strength of TEMPTATION: With the Christians Fortitude, and only means of Overcoming, which is by Faith in Christ, and unwearied Perseverance. Eph. 6. chap. 11. Put on the whole Armour of God, that you may withstand the wiles of the Devil. Necessary to be set up in all Houses. comic strip panel The Young Man at School. The Devil Tempting him to neglect Learning, and to follow Pastime. panel The Virtuous young Student. The Devil Tempts him to ill company panel The Heavenly Pilgrim. The Devil Tempteth him with Money, to hinder him in his way to Heaven. panel The Armed Christian. The Devil Shooting his Dart at him, are beat back. Strait is the Gate, and Narrow is the Way, etc. Tempter, YOungman, well met, but whither in such haste, Does fear surprise thee that thou movest so fast, Whither art Running Youth, come prithee tell, Youngman, To shun those Crooked Paths that Leads to Hell. Tempter, Pish, talk no more of that, but tell me whither Thou dost intend, and we'll go both together. Youngman, A pretty motion, when I want a Guide I'll send for thee, till than thou art denied. T. 'Slight not the Courtesy which I have shown, Such oft mistake the way who go alone, Thy Feet may slide, shouldst thou my care neglect, But I will Guide thee, and from harm protect. Y. If Heaven will guide my Soul, I shall not stray, Or fear the danger of a Slipp'●y way. As for thy offers, I must borrow Leave To say, such friendship's only to deceive. T. Thy serious mind advise, and thou wilt see My ways are best, be principled by me, 'Tis I mistaken Soul, 'tis I alone That can Conduct thee to the Sublime Throne. Believe not those that tell thee Babbling Stories, Of Endless, Boundless, unconceived Glories. Believe me Youth, 'tis I that can Display The Gospel Colours, better far than They. I can do more, it lies within my Power To make thee Poor, or Rich, in half an hour. I'll make the swell with Riches, thou shalt have. All that thy Heart can wish, or Tongue can crave, Come Gentle Soul, into my twining Arm's I'll hug thee, I'll delight thee with my Charms. Y. Tempter withdraw thy Bats and Snares, and stay The Progress of thy Tongue, and give me way That I may vent my thoughts, you having spoke At large already, and is this the Stroke Which you intent shall wound me, be Assured, The Blows but small, and may be well Endured. T. What dost thou think I am perfidious, Eye, 'Tis folly to condemn before you Try. Alas! alas! what profit can Accrue To me, by wronging such a Youth as you, I doubt these Weak, these Empty thoughts presage A Tempest Guarded with a storm of Rage, Well then Storm on, and when thy Storm is spent, Sat down and Meditate, and then Repent. Y. Repent, O happy word, although Expressed 〈◊〉 a foul Mouth, Those that repent are blest. ●●on fallacious wretch, I can not brook ●●ny Golden baits, I have descried thy Hook, ●oft thou believe that I can Entertain Belief from thee, or dost thou think to Reign Within my Breast, no, no, thy Cloudy Powers Are at the best but falcifying Showers; Thou bidst me try, thy ways are so unjust, That I resolve neither to try nor Trust. T. Not try nor Trust, art-thou resolved to cross My real motions, do, and see whose loss Will prove most Weighty, if I lose the heat Of thy weak Love, my loss will not be great. Take my instructions Soul, 'tis I must bring Content unto thee, 'tis a Glorious thing To be Immortal, prithee Soul decline Thy former ways, say, shall I call thee mine. My Gates are always open, those that venture To come to me, shall with a welcome Enter. Y. 'Tis not thy charming tempting Tongue can turn The Bias of my Soul, or make me spurn At Holy Writ, 'tis not thy fond conceit Of being good, shall make me to Retreat From Heavens Commands, 'tis not thy promised joys Can make me cheerful, or thy painted Toys Can Lure me to thy Fist, 'tis not the Dart Of thy vain Love can penetrate my Heart. 'Tis not thy greatness that shall make me yield To thy desires, Religion is my Shield. I am advised to shun the broad pathed ways, But to believe what Holy Scripture says, The paths are Straight in which I ought to Run The Course of Grace, until my days are done, And those that change a Virtue for a Vice, Deserve no Fruit from Heaven's blessed Paradise. T. Urge not the Scriptures, for I dare maintain My paths are best, all other ways are vain, Know that my real breast contrives no End But what may profit thee, be thy own Friend, Observe my Actions, pry into my parts, Le's know each other by Exchange of Hearts, I'll give the mine, and for my sake restore Thine unto me, grant this I'll ask no more. Y. Thou sayest thou'rt great and good, if this be true. I needs must call the Scripture false, or you, Truth bids me tell thee boldly, when thou criest thou'rt great, and good, and rich, and rare, thou liest, If thou art great and good, then tell me why, Thou wilt behold so vile a Wretch as I, How can it be that thou wilt condescend To feed my wants that am so mean a Friend; Strange is that Charity which seems to shine, From such a Diabolick breast as thine, I will Implore heavens aid, to keep me still, From this most Vile Progenitor of Ill; Lord let him not enfold me in his Arms, Or overcome me with his wanton Charms, Be thou my Fort, and then I shall endure, His furious onsets, and repose secure, Give me thy Grace, then shall I be Content, Make me as strong as he is Impudent. T. What still refuse to do as I desire, I'll make my Bellows to Advance the Fire Of thy distress, and thy perpetual grief Shall find a Voice, but ramble from Relief, I'll gripe thee till I make thee understand The Fiery Language of my furious hand. Y. Do, let the Springtide of thy fierce desires Flow to the height, thou shalt not Quench my Fires, Know, Tempter know, my Heart reserves no place For thy Abode, I scorn thee to thy Face. The well died Colours of my Soul declares Defiance to thee, and my breast prepares. To give the Battle, strike, I fear thee not, Who's Armed with Faith, needs fear no Canonshot. T. What Impious Tongue is that which dares deny My Power, with so much boldness— Y. Wretch 'tis I. 'Tis I infernal Traitor, that will spend My strength to prove thou art a flattering friend. T. Move me to Anger, do, and thou shalt find A Courteous Friend at last may prove unkind, Have I not would thee almost night and day To go to Heaven, Youngman, The quite contrary way. T. Have I not proffered all chat can be given To a sick Soul— Young. To draw my Soul from Heaven. T. Did I not promise to be true and Just, Y. Did I not say I'd neither try nor Trust, T. Did I not promise I would make thee wise, Y. Y. Did I not say thou were't composed of Lies, T. Did I not promise to Increase thy store, Y. Did I not say such wealth would make me poor, T. Did I not promise thee Eternal Glory, Y. Did I not say that promise was a Story, T. Did I not tell thee I was great and good, Y. Did I not Answer, 'twas in Shedding blood, T. Thus by fair Terms I Laboured to obtain, Y. Thus in fowl Terms I told thee 'twas in vain, T. Then I began to Threaten thee with Grief, Y. And then I fled to Heaven and found Relief. T. Then here I'll leave thee to the Lawless power Of thy own passion, cursed be the hour That brought thee forth, if all this will not do, May all Men curse thee, and I'll curse thee too. Y. Begun, begon, but stay, hark Satan hark, Boast, thou hast shot, though thou didst miss thy mark, T. Why dost thou bid me go, I hope thy words Are such as mine, which only Jests affords. Smile on me then, and cheerfully Impart, The loving Childings of a tender Heart. Y. Thou great Corrupter of Diviner parts, Thou watchful Thief that steals into the Hearts Of silly Mortals, think not to devour My Armed heart, with thy pursuing power. T. Will nothing move thee, wilt thou still mistrust If fair means will not move thee, foul means must. Y. I fear thee not, because I know thy power Is Limited, and thou canst not devour Without Commission, therefore do thy worst, And let thy Envy swell until it burst. If words could kill, I had been ere this time Worded to Death, but now I hope to Clime Above the Reach of Words, in thy despite, Where thou mayst Grumble at me, but not bite. If thou art God, as thou pretends to be, Why dost thou suffer such a thing as me T' expostulate so long, and dost not show Thy Judgements in my speedy overthrow. T. It is my goodness, and not thy, desert That breads forbearance in my tender Heart; Alas! alas! What Honour would Accrue To me in Conquering such a thing as you. Y. Thy Threats nor feigned expressions cannot move My Heart from God, nor nothing make me Love; Thy wretched self, then be content and cease. To Urge my mind, or interrupt my peace. Now Glorious God, be pleased to Inflame My Heart with Raptures, to Exrol thy Name, Lord, I am weak, and if thou shouldst deny To, give me Strength, how weak a thing am I, Wean me, O wean me, from this Nursing Earth, Make it my Sorrow, and thy Throne my Mirth; When I am Tempted, make me understand, Thou hast a Storming and a Calming Hand; Then shall my Ready Lips Express, and show I know no more than thou wouldst have me know; My untied Tongue shall evermore Proclaim Exalted Praises to thy Holy Name. FINIS. LONDON, Printed for J. Coniers at the Black-Raven in Ducklane.