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Deaths knell
Deaths knell: or, The sick mans passing-bell summoning all sick consciences to pr[e]pare themselves for the coming of the great[t] day of doom, lest mercies gate be shut against them: fit for all those that desire to arrive at the heavenly Jerusalem. Whereunto are added prayers fit for householders. The ninth edition. Written by W. Perkins.Deaths knell: or, The sicke mans passing-bell summoning all sicke consciences to pr[e]pare themselues for the comming of the grea[t] day of doome, lest mercies gate be shut against them: fit for all those that desire to arriue at the heauenly Ierusalem. Whereunto are added prayers fit for housholders. The ninth edition. Written by W. Perkins.
London: printed by G. Purslowe for M. Trundle, 1628
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Deaths Knell.
Let the memory of Death (good Christian) be ever the Looking-glass of thy life, thy continual Companion, and inseparable Spouse: let thy solace be the sighs of a sorrowful soul; and those the more bitter, the better: whilst Worm-like, thou crawlest here below, fasten all thy faculties upon the Commandments of thy Creator; for those in thy final passage, must be the Pilot to steer thee into the Haven of Heaven; Think every moment thou art in the waning, that the date of thy Pilgrimage is well-nigh expired, and that the lamp of thy life lieth twinkling upon the snuff; and that now it stands thee upon to look toward thy Celestial home▪ thy forces are enfeebled, thy senses impaired, and on every side, the tottering and ruinous Cottage of thy faint flesh threateneth fall.
LEt the memory of Death (good Christian) be euer the Looking-glasse of thy life, thy continuall Companion, and inseparable Spouse: let thy solace be ye sighes of a sorrowfull soule; and those the more bitter, the better: whilest Worme-like, thou crawlest heere below, fasten all thy faculties vpon the Commandements of thy Creator; for those in thy finall passage, must be the Pylot to steere thee into the Hauen of Heauen; Thinke euery moment thou art in the waning, that the date of thy Pilgrimage is wel-nigh expired, and that the lampe of thy life lyeth twinckling vpon the snuffe; and that now it stands thée vpon to looke toward thy Celestiall home▪ thy forces are enfeebled, thy sences impaired, and on euery side, the tottering and ruinous Cottage of thy faint flesh threatneth fall.