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         Wither, George, 1588-1667.
      
       
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             The two incomparable generalissimo's of the world, with their armies briefly described and embattailed, visibly and invisibly opposing each other.
             Wither, George, 1588-1667.
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.)
           
             s.n.,
             [London :
             1644]
          
           
             Signed G.W. (i.e. George Wither).
             Caption title.
             Imprint from Wing.
             Verse - "Clad all in angry Armes of discontent,".
             A duel between the Devil ("Generall of the Church Malignant") and Christ ("Generall of the Church Militant").
             Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           Christian poetry, English -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
        
      
    
       A96782  R210287  (Thomason 669.f.10[5]).  civilwar no The two incomparable generalissimo's of the world, with their armies briefly described and embattailed, visibly and invisibly opposing each Wither, George 1644    907 1 0 0 0 0 0 11 C  The  rate of 11 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 
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         THE
         TWO
         INCOMPARABLE
         GENERALISSIMO'S
         of
         the
         world
         ,
         with
         their
         Armies
         briefly
         described
         and
         embattailed
         ,
         
           visibly
           and
           invisibly
           opposing
           each
           other
           .
        
      
       
         
           Argument
           .
        
         
           
             ACcording
             to
             the
             Enmity
             decreed
          
           
             Betweene
             the
             womans
             and
             the
             Serpents
             seed
          
           
             In
             Paradise
             ,
             each
             other
             doth
             defie
             ,
          
           
             This
             hatred
             lasteth
             to
             Eternity
             :
          
           
             No
             marvell
             then
             that
             Warre
             is
             now
             begun
          
           
             unnaturally
             'twixt
             father
             and
             the
             son
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           The
           one
           is
           the
           old
           Serpent
           the
           Devill
           ,
           Generall
           of
           the
           Church
           Malignant
           .
        
         
           
             CLad
             all
             in
             angry
             Armes
             of
             discontent
             ,
          
           
             Because
             of
             his
             perpetuall
             banishment
          
           
             From
             blisse
             ,
             above
             five
             thousand
             yeares
             ago
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             revenge
             of
             that
             same
             fatall
             blow
             ,
          
           
             Given
             him
             by
             that
             pure
             unspotted
             Child
             ,
          
           
             Borne
             of
             a
             woman
             whom
             he
             so
             beguild
             ,
          
           
             The
             old
             infernall
             Serpent
             ever
             since
             ,
          
           
             Hath
             prov'd
             a
             hatefull
             Rebell
             to
             his
             Prince
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             enrag'd
             with
             malice
             and
             despight
             ,
          
           
             He
             leads
             his
             captive
             souldiers
             thus
             to
             fight
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             Van
             ,
             or
             Front
             march
             Infidels
             without
          
           
             The
             Church
             ,
             then
             Perfecutors
             ,
             and
             the
             rout
          
           
             Of
             Heretiques
             within
             ;
             the
             Middleward
          
           
             Prophane
             ,
             and
             all
             ungodly
             men
             do
             guard
             ;
          
           
             The
             Reare
             consists
             of
             an
             accursed
             Crew
             ,
          
           
             Terrible
             indeed
             ,
             and
             hideous
             to
             view
          
           
             (
             As
             Conscience
             awaked
             once
             can
             tell
             )
          
           
             Deadly
             sinne
             ,
             damnation
             ,
             death
             and
             hell
             .
          
           
             The
             wings
             ,
             or
             sides
             this
             body
             that
             inclose
          
           
             Are
             fleshly
             lusts
             ,
             and
             worldly
             pleasures
             Foes
             ,
          
           
             That
             by
             force
             of
             strong
             perswasion
             kill
             ,
          
           
             Moe
             ,
             than
             the
             Tempter
             can
             with
             all
             his
             skill
             .
          
           
             The
             Collonels
             ,
             Captains
             ,
             Drums
             and
             Trumpeters
             ,
          
           
             And
             other
             such
             inferiour
             Officers
             ,
          
           
             Are
             infernall
             spirits
             hovering
             in
             the
             aire
             ;
          
           
             
             Th'word
             of
             command's
             Presumption
             and
             Despaire
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               Thus
            
             Summum
             Malum
             ,
             Summum
             Bonums
             
               Foe
               ,
            
          
           
             Sets
             up
             his
             Standard
             here
             on
             earth
             below
             ;
          
           
             And
             with
             his
             false
             suggestions
             ,
             every
             houre
          
           
             Drawes
             to
             his
             party
             a
             Malignant
             power
          
           
             Of
             Potentates
             ,
             as
             well
             as
             baser
             sort
             ,
          
           
             His
             earthly
             fading
             kingdomes
             to
             support
             ,
          
           
             And
             sends
             abroad
             his
             nimble
             
               Mercuries
               ,
            
          
           
             Intelligencers
             ,
             Scouts
             ,
             and
             
               Aulick
            
             lyes
             ,
          
           
             And
             promiseth
             rewatds
             for
             all
             their
             paines
             ,
          
           
             As
             pleasures
             ,
             treasures
             ,
             dignities
             and
             gaines
             :
          
           
             But
             all
             these
             proffers
             prove
             but
             a
             flim-flam
             ,
          
           
             He
             leaves
             them
             at
             the
             last
             like
             Doctor
             
               Lambe
               ;
            
          
           
             And
             when
             delights
             ,
             and
             life
             are
             gone
             and
             past
             ,
          
           
             Then
             comes
             the
             sad
             
               Catastrophe
            
             at
             last
             ,
          
           
             Endlesse
             and
             easelesse
             torments
             in
             hell-fire
             ,
          
           
             This
             is
             the
             Serpents
             and
             his
             souldiers
             hire
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           The
           other
           is
           the
           Lord
           JESUS
           CHRIST
           ,
           Generall
           of
           the
           Church
           Militant
           .
        
         
           
             AGainst
             this
             
               Hydra-headed
            
             Army
             stands
          
           
             The
             Prince
             of
             Peace
             ,
             with
             his
             victorious
             bands
          
           
             Not
             that
             this
             glorious
             Conquerour
             doth
             nee●
          
           
             Created
             helpe
             ,
             t'
             effect
             a
             noble
             deed
             ;
          
           
             For
             He
             Himselfe
             did
             long
             ago
             subdue
          
           
             The
             Prince
             of
             darknesse
             ,
             and
             
             th'infernall
             crew
             ;
          
           
             But
             to
             communicate
             He
             doth
             delight
          
           
             To
             silly
             Mortals
             His
             owne
             matchlesse
             might
             ,
          
           
             Which
             so
             upon
             them
             daily
             He
             conferres
             ,
          
           
             That
             in
             the
             end
             th'
             are
             more
             than
             conquerers
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             none
             but
             slaves
             ,
             and
             conquered
             by
             sinne
          
           
             He
             makes
             His
             souldiers
             ,
             and
             the
             field
             to
             winne
             ,
          
           
             After
             He
             first
             hath
             pull'd
             them
             from
             the
             jawes
          
           
             Of
             death
             and
             hell
             ,
             and
             given
             them
             new
             Lawes
          
           
             And
             principles
             divine
             ;
             then
             doth
             dispose
          
           
             Them
             thus
             in
             order
             'gainst
             His
             Churches
             Foes
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Vant-guard
             doth
             consist
             of
             Saints
             ,
             and
             brave
          
           
             Heroick
             Martyrs
             ,
             who
             despise
             the
             grave
             ;
          
           
             The
             true
             Professours
             of
             the
             Gospell
             next
             ,
          
           
             (
             With
             scoffing
             
               Chams
            
             and
             lying
             
               Doegs
            
             vext
             )
          
           
             March
             in
             the
             Middleward
             ;
             But
             O
             the
             Reare
             ,
          
           
             (
             That
             which
             most
             
             th'insernall
             force
             doth
             feare
             )
          
           
             Consisteth
             of
             the
             Generalls
             owne
             merits
             ,
          
           
             Which
             succour
             sends
             unto
             the
             fainting
             spirits
          
           
             Of
             all
             His
             souldiers
             ,
             who
             else
             would
             be
             lost
             ;
          
           
             The
             wings
             on
             each
             side
             of
             this
             glorious
             Hoast
             ,
          
           
             Are
             stretched
             farre
             above
             all
             earthly
             things
             ,
          
           
             Spirituall
             graces
             making
             lively
             springs
          
           
             Of
             hope
             and
             joy
             with
             promises
             so
             sure
          
           
             Of
             heav'nly
             life
             for
             ever
             to
             endure
             .
          
           
             The
             Officers
             to
             this
             High
             Generall
             ,
          
           
             Are
             brave
             Commanders
             ,
             blessed
             Angels
             all
             ,
          
           
             Who
             at
             their
             Captaines
             becke
             like
             lightning
             move
          
           
             
             Th'word
             of
             command
             is
             this
             ;
             I
             feare
             ,
             and
             love
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             stands
             the
             Christian
             arm'd
             against
             his
             Foes
             ,
          
           
             Giving
             ,
             and
             sometimes
             taking
             many
             blowes
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             not
             by
             imaginary
             force
          
           
             But
             as
             really
             as
             did
             Foot
             and
             Horse
          
           
             Neare
             
               Winchester
            
             of
             late
             ,
             where
             soules
             apace
          
           
             Fled
             to
             the
             frowning
             and
             the
             smiling
             face
          
           
             Of
             this
             great
             Generall
             ;
             For
             only
             He
          
           
             Bindeth
             ,
             and
             maketh
             men
             and
             Angels
             free
             .
          
           
             And
             by
             His
             mighty
             power
             doth
             so
             keepe
          
           
             His
             souldiers
             happy
             soules
             that
             fall
             asleepe
          
           
             That
             stinging
             death
             shall
             never
             hurt
             them
             ,
             why
             ?
          
           
             Because
             they
             dye
             to
             live
             eternally
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           To
           the
           Reader
           .
        
         
           
             Now
             may
             thine
             eye
             convey
             unto
             thy
             heart
             ,
          
           
             Thine
             own
             condition
             
               (
               Reader
               )
            
             on
             whose
             part
          
           
             Or
             side
             ,
             to
             take
             up
             armes
             thou
             dost
             intend
             ,
          
           
             Or
             be
             unto
             thy selfe
             a
             Foe
             or
             Friend
             ;
          
           
             For
             under
             one
             of
             these
             two
             Generalls
          
           
             The
             service
             of
             all
             men
             and
             Angels
             falls
             ;
          
           
             You
             see
             the
             Captaines
             and
             their
             wages
             both
             ,
          
           
             O
             love
             the
             one
             then
             ,
             and
             the
             other
             loath
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           G
           W.
           
        
      
    
    

