Saints memorials, or, Words fitly spoken, like apples of gold in pictures of silver being a collection of divine sentences / written and delivered by those late reverend and eminent ministers of the gospel, Mr. Edmund Calamy, Mr. Joseph Caryl, Mr. Ralph Venning, Mr. James Janeway.

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Title: Saints memorials, or, Words fitly spoken, like apples of gold in pictures of silver being a collection of divine sentences / written and delivered by those late reverend and eminent ministers of the gospel, Mr. Edmund Calamy, Mr. Joseph Caryl, Mr. Ralph Venning, Mr. James Janeway.
Author: Calamy, Edmund, 1600-1666.
Publication: London :: [s.n.],; 1674.
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He that doth hear a poor man's cry
Shall never fare the worse;
But whoso turneth back his eye
Shall never want a curse.

He that himself hath others curst,
His Servant curseth him:
The blessings of his flowing purse
Shall him to ruine swim.

He that blasphemeth God his Lord,
Ought to be ston'd to death,
And cursed be that man abhorr'd,
Serves other God beneath.

Cursed be he that setteth light
By Father, or by Mother;
The people shall him daily slight,
And none his curses smother.

Cursed be he that doth remove
His Neighbours Land-mark; then
The people shall him curse, none love,
But each one cry Amen.

Cursed be he that leads the blinde
In an erroneous way;
The Lord for him will torments finde,
And be the blind man's stay.

Cursed be he that doth pervert
The Widow, Fatherless,
Or Stranger from an upright heart;
Curses shall him oppress.

Cursed, thrice cursed shall he be,
Covets his Father's Breast;
And that man curst shall be, as he,
That lieth with a Beast.

Curst let him be, with Sister lies,
Or Mother, (though) in law;
Such sins do make those horrid cries,
That dreadful curses draw.

Cursed be he that secretly
His silent Neighbour smites;
Murtherers too, that cause to dye
When a reward invites.

The wicked shall be curst at home,
And likewise in the field;
His Basket, and his Store at last
Shall Blessings fail to yield.

Cursed be all his sinful Fruit
Of Body and of Land,
His Kine and Flock though they are mute,
And all he takes in hand.

Cursed be he when going out,
And curst when coming in;
That happy 'twere for him no doubt,
If he had never been.