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The sick mans salve Wherein the faithful christians may learn both how to behave…The sycke mans salue VVherin the faithfull christians may learne both how to behaue…
The sick mans salve Wherein the faithful christians may learn both how to behave them selves patiently and thankfully, in the time of sickness, and also virtuously to dispose their temporal goods, and finally to prepare them selves gladly and godly to die. Made and newly recognised by Master Tho. Becon. 1561.The sycke mans salue VVherin the faithfull christians may learne both how to behaue them selues paciently and thankefully, in the tyme of sickenes, and also vertuously to dispose their temporall goodes, and finally to prepare them selues gladly and godly to die. Made and newly recognised by Maister Tho. Becon. 1561.
London: printed by John Day, 1561London: printed by Iohn Day, 1561
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Philem. Neighbour Epaphroditus,1 God give you a patient hart, a quiet & contented mind. According to your request, I am come unto you with ⟨p. 13⟩certain of my neighbours, being very desirous to see you, and notwithstanding not a little sorry to behold you in this case, not that you are visited of God with sickness: but that you so impatiently take this loving visitation of god, which chanceth unto you, not for your hurt and destruction: but for your commodity and salvation.
Philem. Neighboure Epaphroditus,1 God geue you a pacient hart, a quyet & contented minde. According to youre request, I am com vnto you with ⟨p. 13⟩certaine of my neighbours, being very desirous to see you, and notwithstandinge not a little sory to beholde you in this case, not that you are visited of God with sicknes: but that you so impacientlye take thys louing visitatiō of god, whiche chaunceth vnto you, not for your hurt and destruction: but for your commodity and saluatyon.
Epaphro. Welcome, welcome, neighbours all. Oh how sick am I? Oh that the end of my life were at hand.1 It grieveth my soul to live. All joy is gone with me. This sickness hath utterly marred me.