A Comfortable new ballad of a dreame of a sinner ... This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A03154 of text S1773 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 1328). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 10 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A03154 STC 1328 ESTC S1773 22688253 ocm 22688253 25665 2240945445

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A03154) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 25665) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1783:17) A Comfortable new ballad of a dreame of a sinner ... 1 broadside : ill. Printed for E. Wright, London : [1625?] Date of imprint suggested by STC (2nd ed.). Without music. Bound following "Calebbe Shillocke, his prophesie." Imperfect: faded. Reproduction of original in the Pepys Library. eng Ballads, English. eebo A comfortable new ballad of a dreame of a sinner, being very sore troubled with the assaults of Sathan. To the tune of Rogero, [no entry] 1625 2 474 2 0 0 0 0 0 42.19 D The rate of 42.19 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-11 Sampled and proofread 2002-11 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-12 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A comfortable new Ballad of a Dreame of a Sinner , being very 〈◊〉 troubled with the assaults of Sathan To the tune of Roger

IN slumbring slléepe I lay all night alone in bed , A vision very strange there came into my head , Me thought the day of doome vndoubtedly was come , And Christ himselfe was there to iudge both all and some . My selfe was sent for there with sound of Trumpet shrill , Which said , All soules come heare your sentence good or ill . I sate in minde amaz'd , at that same sudden voyce , For in mine owne good life no whit I could reioyce . With panting brest I paus'd at that same sudden sight , Not trusting to my selfe , but to Christs mercies great . I was no sooner meant , but Sathan came , me thought , With him a role full large of all my life he brought ▪ And laid before the Lord how that I was his owne , And would haue had me then , my sinnes so great were growne I quaking lay with feare , and wist not what to doe , But in the blood of Christ I trusted still vnto . Then said our Sauiour Christ , foule Sathan end thy strife ▪ Looke if the sinners name be in the booke of life . If he be entred there , then must he needes be blest , His sinnes be washt away , his soule with me shall rest . Then Sathan tooke the booke , did leafe by leafe vnfold , And there he found my name in letters limb'd with gold . Then Sathan sorrowed much at that same sudden sight . And said vnto the Lord , thy Iudgements are not right And thus our Sauiour swéet said to him by and by , Thou , Sathan , know'st full well that I for sinne did dye . Redéeming all the world , once ouerthrowne by thée , And so will saue all such as truly trust in me . My mortall foe was wroth , that he had lost his prey , Extreamely vexed was , and vanisht quite away ▪ But I that thus was bill'd within that blessed booke , Out of my stumbring sleepe so ioyfully awoke . Still praying to the Lord , that alwayes sinners may From Sathan be set frée , at the last dreadfull day . That after earthly toyles , we may heauen ioyes attaine , Here learne to liue to d 〈…〉 that we may liue againe . Our noble royall King . God grant him long to raigne To liue in ioy and peace , the Gospell to maintaine . FINIS

London Printed for E. Wright .