PROSPECT. I.
WHen sad Eyes see so bad a Time,
All Ills One Heap make for One Crime;
Pelecanicidium, or, The Christian adviser against self-murder together with a guide and the pilgrims passe to the land of the living : in three books.
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- Title
- Pelecanicidium, or, The Christian adviser against self-murder together with a guide and the pilgrims passe to the land of the living : in three books.
- Author
- Denny, William, Sir, 1603 or 4-1676.
- Publication
- London :: Printed for Thomas Hucklescott ...,
- 1653.
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- Subject terms
- Suicide -- Religious aspects -- Early works to 1800.
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"Pelecanicidium, or, The Christian adviser against self-murder together with a guide and the pilgrims passe to the land of the living : in three books." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A35684.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 10, 2024.
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Page 53
And Wicked Nature acts her Part
T' extract Sin's Grosse by Chymick Art;
And o're the Helm drawes All's Offence;
To quicken Wrath with Quintessence;
Me thinks Men should not still adde more;
Rather abstract from such a Store.
Unlesse they think, The more they dare,
That Heaven is ty'd Them more to spare.
Or that some Subtlety takes place,
To damn by Universal Grace.
A Miracle (or like't) behold!
The wanton Young; The doating Old;
The Mindlesse Noble; And the Show
Of Common Men, so hard to know,
Are in a Dungeon All; in Chains.
Each with his Will too so remains.
And yet the Prison Door stands ope;
The Chains are loose. They might have Scope.
Who wu'd be so perversly bent,
That might be free? Why not Repent?