Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A DIALOGUE (TO BE SUNG TO THE VIOL, BY A BASE, AND A TREBLE), by JOSEPH BEAUMONT


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A DIALOGUE (TO BE SUNG TO THE VIOL, BY A BASE, AND A TREBLE), by                    
First Line: Dives: o let thy pitty, gracious sire
Last Line: Will raise him from his sinfull bed.
Subject(s): Abraham; Pity; Sin


DIVES

OLET thy Pitty, gracious Sire,
Drop down on my tormenting Fire!
Though in profoundest Death I frie,
Alas, I have not leave to die.
Lo how, with my Complaint, the Flame
Forth from my scorched Lipps doth stream:
One Dropp of Water will to me
An Ocean of Comfort be.
Send Lazarus then to Me beneath
To quench my Toung, & cool my Death.

ABRAHAM

When Thou & He on earth did dwell,
Thou hadst thy Heavn, & He his Hell:
But changed Bothe, you now do reign,
In Pleasure He, & Thou in Pain.
Besides, between our Realm, & yours,
A mighty Gulfe the Way devours,
And frights all Feet from venturing through
From You to Us or Us to You.

DIVES

Then let Him warn my Brethren how
To scape this Sink of Deaths below:
'Tis Loss more than enough, that thus
Hell has gaind One of Six of Us.

ABRAHAM

What other Preachers need They, who
May to the Law & Prophets go?

DIVES

Yf One from Death to Life repent,
'Twill make them also Paenitent:
A Dead Toung moves the quickliest, and
No Pulpits can like Graves command.

ABRAHAM
Chorus.

When Moyses, & the Prophets can
Not rouse th' impaenitent Heart of Man;
No Resurrection of the Dead
Will Raise Him from his sinfull Bed.





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