Heavenly pastime, or, Pleasant observations on all the most remarkable passages throughout the Holy Bible of the Old and New Testament newly allegoriz'd in several delightful dialogues, poems, similitudes, and divine fancies / by John Dunton, author of The sickmans passing-bell.

A Dialogue between Abraham and Sara, &c.

The Argument.

Sarah's rebuk'd for Laughter and repents, Admiring with her Lord the great Events Of Heavenly Blessings, and resolves to be No more in Love with Incredulitie.

Abraham.

Now now tis with my Sarah as our glorious Guest presaged, how then my Love, my Life, my Sole delight, how cou'd it be that you durst doubt the great decree of Heaven, and with a smile, as at a tale Incredible, reflect upon omnipotence.

Sara.

My Lord, I own I could not then believe what now I find true as the Eternal Oracle that speak it▪ and therefore blush with much confusion, that I gave no more belief to so much Veritie.

Abra.

Even so you ought, and with unfeigned Tears bewaile the unadvized Laughter, you deny'd and prostrate on the Ground, implore his pardon for so great a crime.

Sar.

That I have done long since, and learn'd to know I am but Dust, not worthy to dispute his will who ma••e me and the World of Nought, and with his Word is able to reduce all things to their Original.

Abra.

'Tis well resolved, nor ever must we dare displease that Majesty under whose feet bright bla∣zing Thunders burn. The God whose presence melts the Mountains, and whose Looks dries up the deep, who holds the winds in the hollow of his hand, and makes Creation tremble at his Word.

Sar.

If not for fear, through Love we ought with low Submission to revere that tremendious Majesty who has done such wonders for us.

A••ra.

Wonders indeed, and past our numbring for who can count the Endless Blessings he with plen∣teous hands has showr'd upon our heads, since first we lest Vrr of the Chaldees; nay with what fa∣vours does he Load us still.

Sar.

'Tis true my Lord, his bounty has compleatly stored us with what ever we could wish to gain us high Esteem amongst the Nations of the East; so dreaded and renowned has his signal blessings rendered you that at your sight the Supl•• Knees of Pagans bend, and s••ep∣••••rd Mo••arcks court your Smile, making your Friendship t••e 〈◊〉〈◊〉 h••p••s of their Ambition.

A••ra.

Nay more, he by his power in••lines the roughest Na••ions to such Mildness for our sakes, that even Abim••lech the cruelest of Men, haveing snatch∣ed you from my Arms, return'd your unstained beau∣ties without War, repenting the rash deed and begg∣ing my devotion.

Sar.

Happy, even wonderous h••ppy are all they that put their ••rus•• in him, who takes such care of those that love his Name; therefore O that Men wou'd praise the Lord.

Abra.

'Tis just they should return him with un∣feigne•• Lips, tribute of Praise, and ever more be thankfull for the many mercys they receive, nor will we or our Children be wanting in this Duty.

Sar.

Indeed we ought not, for a thankfull heart is 〈◊〉〈◊〉 the mighty King requires for all he gives to Mort••ll M••n.

Abra.

'Tis that indeed beyond all ceremonies that can please him most, but see the Glorious Sun de∣clyns, and Night with her Sable Mantle waits at the portals of the Eastern skie to cloath the World in Darkness; Therefore let us to our Tent, and there er'e Slumber close our Eyes, pay our vows to him that is our Soveraign protector.

Sar.

My Lord, I am all obedience, for so it still be∣comes a Wife to be to him whom Heaven appoints her head.

The Application.

Thus reader may you see a happy pair, Whom Heav'ns high favours in abundance share, Laying all doubts aside that so they may, Their great Creators will in all obey, Which should induce us so to imitate Their ways, that we may reach their blessed state.