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Huntington Library - Miscellaneous
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SINNES DISCOVERY
BY THE EMBLEM OF A TOAD.

POor man, why, with disdain dost look on Me?
Thy self more vile, by Sinne, why dost not See?
A Toade I am, yet serve God in my kind,
Accomplishing those Ends to mee Assignd.
My place I keep, where God appointed mee,
From Earth that Venome, I Suck-up, which Thee
And Beasts would hurt: and yet my poysons good
For Medicines, were it rightly understood,
And with this poyson though my self, I fill,
Its that which can the body onely kill,
And makes me loathsome unto mortal Eyes
But, with me all my shame and sorrow dies.
But thou rebellst against Gods majesty,
And servst the Divel his damnd Enemy.
With filthy Lusts (worst Poyson) fild thou art,
Which makes Jehova loath thee with his heart

Thy poysons worse, ten thousand times than mine
Which onely does the body kill; but thine
The soule, likewise; and if in sinne thou die,
Death does not end thy shame and misery,
It (then) begins; which (once) but felt and seen,
A loathsome Toad, like me, thoult wish, thoudst been,
Then thou wilt find thy state, than mine far worse,
Since, ugly-Sinne made Christ become a Curse
And that mans Sinne causd all that misery,
Which Christ endurd from Cratch to Crused-Tree.
Yea, that each wilful, unrepented Sinne,
Does horrour here, and hell hereafter win.
Sin, therefore, worse than Plagues, death, hell, the divel,
Cause of all ill, hate, as the greatest evil,
And if thou (ere) wilt enter Heavens straight Gate
Let Sinnes not Toades, be object of thy hate.


FINIS
F.P.
London, Printed for John Overton, and are to be sold at his Shop at the Sign of
the White-Horse without New-Gate, 1673.

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