Postscriptio: sed Praemonitio.
BRitain! thy sins have stupifi'd thy sense Of sin, of danger, though not purse-expence: There thou'rt too quick of feeling: 'ware the trash Thou striv'st to keep, prove not thy fatal lash. Thou'rt blind; and seest not sweetest mercie's guide In thy sweet way of peace: wilt not confide In men or means that God hath rais'd for thee, As instruments of thy felicity. Thou'rt deaf; yea, wilful deaf: and wilt not hear Thy Gods Prescripts, nor his Election bear. Thou'rt Nose-pent: canst not smell the powder-plots Of thy grand foes, whose craft thee quite besots. Thy taste dis-relisheth the Cates of Heaven, Yet chew'th the Cud upon thy musty leaven: Thy Passover may not with that be tane: Take heed thy love of old, bring not new bane: Accept what God doth give; never confound Thy self and thine, to run the world's wild round. Wilt not God's will feel? see? hear? smell? and taste? Then do thine own; But thou wilt rue't at last: Yet when thou hast proclaim'd thy self God's foe, His will shall stand, whether thou wilt or no, When thou mayst feel his Iron Rod strike home: See this thy Paradise, Desart become: Hear the loath'd noise of thy triumphing foes: Smell thy dead corpses to annoy thy nose: Taste (wanting what to taste through Famine thin) The bitter fruits of thy unequall'd sin.Reverte: Te inverte, diverte & converte: Ut se vertat Deus ad te, & haec avertat à te: Ne te evertat.—
Amen, Amen.