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The Parable cf the Sower And the Tares.
V[OW he in lively Parables express'd
A Sower went to sow his fertile Land,
Day, Then shall the Reapers in my Garnere lay, Ne're to be blended more, the precious Seed, The Taues in bandles bound, the Flame shall feed.'
The Field's theWorld,theTares reserv'd for Fire, Th' accursed Children of a wicked Sire, Sworn Foe to.God and-Alan.and mischiefs Friend; The Harvest is- the World's approaching End: Then shaHthe Unjust be divin'd to endless Night, Then (hall the Just out-shine the Sun's meridian . ,.,^\\ 'Ligbc.' "."--:
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St. Matt H. Chap. XIII. Ver. 39; 40,41,4x.
39. The harvest is the emits the mrld: and the reapers are the angels. '' nfa ■:
40. As therefore the tares are gathered and hurnt in the fire ; so shall it he in the end of this world.
41. The Son of man shall send forth his Angels, and they shall gather out of his kingdom all things that offend, and therri which do iniquity;
\l. And shall cast them into a furnace of fire:
these Jhall hi watting and gnashing of '«**-*,
7& VteoiUtkn os St. John the Bapist.
HT H E Baptist at his Life's expence reproves
Herod the King, for his incestuous Loves;
Imprison'd first, till Festal Pomps proclaim
The Tyrants Birth, when all his Nobles came
To Hail the happy Day, nor wanted there
Herodias self, that false revengeful Fair.
Her Daughter with her, Ah! too like her, came,
The lawless Birth of a forbidden Flame.
Dancing and Royal Music closes all,
And young Herodias still out-shines the Ball.
Extravagantly pleas'd, the Tyrant cry'd,
What e're she ask'd, she should not be deny'd.
Taught by her Mother, she resolves too soon,
The rev'rend Baptist's Head, her impious Boon:
Dropping with Gore, 'tis in a Charger laid,
Which to her Mother, she with barb'rbus Joy conveys
?. Herod had laid hold on John, / d found him, and put him in prison for Herodias sake, his brother Philip's wife.
4. For John said unto him, It is not lawful far thee to have her, &c.
10. And he sent and beheaded John in the frifw.
11. And his head was brought in a charger, and given to the damsel; and she brought it to her mother.
The Miracle of the Jive Loaves and
"h^ OW to the Desert Jesus did repair,
And sought in vain a calm Retirement there;
For* soon unnumberd Crowds together draw,
To'sec his Works, and hear his sacred Law.
Till dewy Evening came attent they stay'd,
When with Compassion them our Lord survey'd;
And bids th' Apostles for his Guests prepare;
Amaz'd they ask their Master— Whence and where?
Five Loaves and two small Fishes all their store
For num'rpusThousands— 'Tis enough, and more,
Our Lord replies, these in his Hands did take,
Then looking up to Heav'n he Bless'd, and brake,
Which to the multitude the Twelve divide,
Till all their Hunger largely was supply'd.
Fjve thousand Souls the wondrousFeast sustained,
Vet Twelve large Baskets-full of broken Foo4 remains.