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GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE ACCUSATION OF THE INWARD MAN, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: You want cleare spectacles: your eyes are dim Last Line: If so, how do yee: you and I embrace. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
You want Cleare Spectacles: your eyes are dim: Turn inside out: and turn your Eyes within. Your sins like motes in th'sun do swim: nay see Your Mites are Molehills, Molehills Mountains bee. Your Mountain Sins do magnitude transcend: Whose number's numberless, and do want end. The Understandings dark, and therefore Will Account of Ill for Good, and Good for ill. As to a Purblinde man men oft appeare Like Walking Trees within the Hemisphere. So in the judgment Carnall things Excell: Pleasures and Profits beare away the Bell. The Will is hereupon perverted so, It laquyes after ill, doth good foregoe. The Reasonable Soule doth much delight A Pickpack t'ride o'th'Sensuall Appitite. And hence the heart is hardened and toyes, With Love, Delight, and Joy, yea Vanities. Make but a thorow search, and you may spy Your soul a trudging hard, though secretly Upon the feet of your Affections mute. And hankering after all forbidden fruite. Ask but yourselfe in secret laying neer Thy head thereto: 'twill Whisper in thine eare That it is tickled much, though secretly. And greatly itches after Vilany. 'Twill fleere thee in thy face, and though it say, It must not tell, it scorns to tell thee nay. But Slack the rains, and Come a Loophole lower: You'l finde it was but Pen-coop't up before. Nay, muster up your thoughts, and take the Pole Of what walk in the Entry of your Soule Which if you do, you certainly will finde With Robbers, Cut-throats, Theives its mostly linde. And hundred Roagues you'l finde, ly gaming there. For one true man, that in that path appears. Your True man too's oft footsore, sildom is, Sound Winde, and Limb: and still to add to this, He's but a Traviller within that Way: Whereas the rest there pitch their Tents, and stay. Nay, nay, what thoughts Unclean? Lacivious? Blasphemous? Murderous? and Malicious? Tyranick? Wrathfull? Atheistick rise Of Evills New, and Old, of e'ry Sise? These bed, and board here, make the heart a sty Of all Abominable Brothlery. Then is it pure? is this the fruite of Grace? If so, how do yee: You and I Embrace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE JOY OF CHURCH FELLOWSHIP RIGHTLY ATTENDED by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE PREFACE by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 1 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 32 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 38 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 3 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: CHRIST'S REPLY by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE JOY OF CHURCH FELLOWSHIP RIGHTLY ATTENDED by EDWARD TAYLOR |
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