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.
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- 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.
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- Dunton, John, 1627 or 8-1676.
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- London :: Printed for John Dunton ...,
- 1685.
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"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." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A36900.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 13, 2024.
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Page 157
The lively Faith that can retain her God▪
May groan•• but seldom rave beneath the Rod.
But what says Satan now? The hedge is broke,
That fenc'd my Servant Iob? What further Cloak
For his uprightness hath he? What pretence
For his continual Love and Innocence?
Has not thy malice had her own desire?
'Twas soundly puf••'d, thy puffs has blown the fire:
Gods trials are like bellows: Satan's blower,
Blows out false Faiths, makes true ones blaze the more:
True, Lord, his faith is tough; but Snailes as well
Can thrive without, as live within their shell:
To save alive who would not lose some skin?
Touch but his Horns, O how hee'l draw them in.
Satan, I give thy malice leave, be free
To peel the Bark, but spare to touch the Tree;
Fear not the li•••• flock: The great••st ill
Your f••es can do's to scratch: They cannot kill:
What now's th' exploit? Afflicted Iob does lie,
A very Hospital of ••••••sery:
I think that all the Vlcers, that have bin
In Egypt cur'd are broken out again
In his distempered flesh; Iob is still
The very same, not charg'd ••is God with ill.
A Faith th••t lodges in a double Brest,
May stand the touch, non•• ••ut true faith the Test.
If these be ••lames poor man must swelter in,
He needs a World of patience, not to sin.