Youth's comedy, or, The souls tryals and trivmph a dramatic poem, with divers meditations intermixt upon several subjects, set forth to help and encourage those that are seeking a heavenly countrey / by the author of Youth's tragedy.

The Complaints and Fears of the Flesh re∣moved by the Soul, particularly concern∣ing Persecutors.

Soul. Body.

Bo.

HOw far (dear Soul) how far, have we now gon,

So.

Mind not (dear self) whats past, but let's press on.

Bo.

What thorny rugged way have we past o'r,

So.

Forget it all, and reach to things before.

Bo.

How much remains of this same tedious way,

So.

(Dear self) it shortens on us ev'ry day.

Bo,

Let's rest a while from this same weary race,

So.

Depart (dear self) it's not thy resting place,

Bo.

(Dear Soul) I'm feeble, let's a little stay,

So.

The way for strength, is to keep on our way,

Bo.

I fear I shall not persevere, or stand,

So.

Look up to him that holds with his right hand,

Bo.

Troubles (dear Soul) upon us daily grow.

So.

Support and Comfort, likewise daily flow.

Bo.

With doubtful mind we oft perplexed are.

So.

But yet upheld and kept from sad despair.

Bo.

On ev'ry side Afflictions on us waits.

So.

Yet are we not distrest in all our straits.

Bo.

We meet with Persecution day by day.

So.

Yet are we not forsaken in our way.

Bo.

With castings down we often are annoi'd.

So.

But yet preserv'd (dear self) and not de∣stroy'd.

Bo.

Must we (dear Soul) pass on this danger∣ous way. How shall we scape those Troops that lurk for prey? See how their Scouts already do appear. Let's fly (dear Soul) before they do come near.

So.

Not so (dear Self) let's not our duty quit; Here lies our way, and therefore keep to it.

We need not fear though Men and Devils rave, We have a Guard sufficient for to save. See how the Mountains shine with glittering Spears, And all the Hills how fill'd with Curiassiers, And fiery Charets, that like Lightning run, And with swift motion, like the Whirlwind turn. Seest thou that gallant File on the right wing, Whose dazling Targets back the Sun Beams fling. Those bound the mighty Babilonian King, That from Jerusalem the Spoils did bring That lofty Tree, that unto Heav'n grew, Whosespreading Branches all the World did view. Under whose cooling shade the Beasts did rest, And in whose Boughs, the Fowls did build their nest: Vpon whose Twigs, fair Leaves themselves did spread, And by whose Fruit all Flesh was nourished. These hew'd him down, these did his Branches cut, Shak'd off his Leaves, and scatter'd all his Fruit.

From Pallace cast him, drove him out from men, To range the Woods, and lodge in Savage Den. His Limbs bedew'd, he from cold Earth doth raise, And with Wild Asses runs about to graise. With Beastial Heart, upon the Shrubs and Boughs, How doth this Royal Bruit delight to browse, Until this Heav'nly Lamp, the days bright Sun, Had seav'n times through the Golden Zodiack run. And this illustrious Beast did come to know The most High rul'd in Kingdoms here below.

He next in Front, that on the left doth ride, Smote persecuting Herod in his Pride. No sooner did his Leader give the word For to destroy, but out he drew his Sword. And swifter than the Wind his Fiery Steed, Doth to the Court of Proud Agrippa speed: Breaks through his Forces, and that wicked rout That deifi'd him with blasphemous shout:

And in their sight, from Regal Throne he turns This glistring Prince, to be devour'd by Worms.

Mind that commanded Troop in the next Field, And in it him that lifteth up his Shield. That, that, was singly he, whose mortal Steel The proud Assyrian Host did sharply feel. Almost two hundred thousand Corps were found By him laid dead, upon Judaean ground. The rest amaz'd, from Sions Siege do fly, Justly rewarded for their blasphemy. Like unto those, are all the rest who stand Ready to execute the least Command Of him, that makes his Ministers a Flame, Timely to fuccour those that fear his Name.