GOD Almighty's CALL To the Healthy and to the Sick, To which are added, The Authors and a Renowned Bishops Verses upon the Holy Bible.  

GOD Almighty's CALL to the Healthy.  

O ye, whose Benefits from me are not Narrow,  
Whose Breasts are full of Milk, and Bones of Marrow.  
Quest. 1. DOth Sloth become you, Sirs? Or don't you fear  
The wicked slothful Servants doom to bear?  
Q. 2. Doth luxury of Sleep become? O then  
Of Life-time's shortness ne'er complain again.  
Q. 3. Doth Body-pampering you become? Alas!  
Deny then if you can, your Flesh is Grass!  
Q. 4. Doth Worldly Pomp become you? If it do,  
Then Grace and Glory can't become you too!  
Q. 5. Doth Gluttony become you? Sirs, if so,  
Say plainly you no GOD but Belly know!  
Q. 6. Doth Idle Chat become you? Vvoned your Lord  
Require account, for every Idle Word?  
Q. 7. Doth Company lewd become? Of such is Hell;  
And would you choose indeed, with such to dwell?  
Q. 8. Doth Gaming you become? O don't mistake,  
Though Games make Sports, yet Sports do Torments make.  
Q. 9. Doth Worldly Care become you? Sirs 'tis true,  
That GOD and Mammon can't be served too.  
Q. 10 Doth use of Thoughts unbridled you become?  
Is't nothing to be Devilish, so you are dumb?  
Q. 11. Doth Reading paltry Books become? Your Eyes  
Were made to Read the Books that make you Wise.  
Q. 12. O what becomes you! But to seek your Peace,  
And Holiness, and Virtues true Increase.  
Answer, O ye, whose Benefits are not Narrow;  
Whose Breasts are full of Milk, and Bones of Marrow.    

GOD Almighty's Call to the Sick.  

O ye, whose strings of Eyes and very Heart,  
Are, to your feeling, ready break apart.  
Quest. 1. WHat say ye now? Is there a God or no?  
Atheists, in dying hours, Believers grow.  
Q. 2. What say ye now? Are God and You now Friends?  
For now the Reconciling Season ends.  
Q. 3. What say ye now? Is time a Price or not?  
The truest Knowledge, is on Sick-beds got.  
Q. 4. What say now? Do not your Hopes now Shrink?  
For Sick Men see, though Healthy use to wink.  
Q. 5. What say ye now? Is Sin a Load now Light?  
Sin's least in Thought, when Death is least in Sight.  
Q. 6. What say you now? Is World Pearl in your Eye?  
All dying Lips call world a deadly Lye.  
Q. 7. What say ye now? Now's Godliness great Gain?  
No dying Saint, e'er thought his Labour vain.  
Q. 8. What say ye now? Now will ye shape to die?  
O where's your Plea! for Lo your Judge draws nigh!  
Q. 9. What say ye now? Now will ye Elders call?  
When too much can't be done; who'd not do all?  
Q. 10. What say ye now? Now list ye to Convert?  
Repentance late, need be with all the Heart.  
Q. 11. What say ye now? Vows holy will ye make?  
Sin most renounce; but very few forsake.  
Q. 12. This therefore say: Shall not these Vows be Vain?  
If I shall Heal, and Raise you up again.  
Answer O ye, whose strings of Eye and Heart,  
Be, to your feeling, ready break apart.    

Upon the HOLY BIBLE.  

MEthinks 'twas witty that Minerva's Fowls,  
The Greeks would make to be the very Owls;  
Sure 'twas to show, that Natural Learning's blind,  
Till Light from Revelation, it did find   

Let other Merchants, into Toads-Heads look,  
For Pearls of Wisdom: But give me God's Book.  
men's Books, the best, shall never fit my Head;  
With God's, I'll Rise; with God's, I'll go to Bed.   

Ah empty Bodley! Emptier Vatican!  
Bible makes Saint; your Books scarce make a Man;  
God's Book's more Bright than Sun, more loud than Thunder;  
'Tis Light and Law from Heaven, to all that's under.   

Gaze on Astronomers, on your splended Trains;  
In Starry-Houses, Stable all your Brains!  
My Bible's Sun and Moon and Stars to me;  
The Star that Leads, to all I care to see!   

Away, ye Sons of Physic! True, your Steel  
Opens my disaffected Spleen, I feel!  
Castoreum relieves my Brain when't aches,  
And Sulphur from my Lungs their Loading takes:  
But Bible's Food, and Feast, and Physic too;  
Feeds, Cheers, and Cures, as nought of yours can do!  
Bible makes Lightsome still, and never Light;  
Still Merry, never Vain; Down, and Upright!    

Verses found written in the BIBLE of the Right Reverend Bishop Prideaux.  

THis is the Volumn, in whose precious Leaves,  
Mysteries of Heavenly Treasure, God bequeathes;  
Objects and Subjects, of each Christian Eye:  
By these who Lives, by Death shall never Die!  
Here Shines the Sun of Grace, diffusing wide  
His Quickening Beams on all, from side to side!   

Here God and Man do both Embrace each other;  
Met in one Person, Heaven and Earth do Kiss:  
Here a Pure-Virgin doth become a Mother;  
And bear a Son, that the World's Father is.   

Here comes True Bliss 〈◊〉, flying from on high;  
To hale us out of Hell's dar●● Misery.     

LONDON, Printed by George Larkin, at the Two Swans without Bishopsgate, 1687. With Allowance.