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The sermons of Master Henry Smith gathered into one volume. Printed according to his…The sermons of Maister Henrie Smith gathered into one volume. Printed according to his…
The sermons of Master Henry Smith gathered into one volume. Printed according to his corrected copies in his life time.The sermons of Maister Henrie Smith gathered into one volume. Printed according to his corrected copies in his life time.
London: printed by Richard Field for Thomas Man, 1593
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Lastly, when we over-view these matters, this is our solace and comfort, to think these are the things which make me famous and spoken of, and pointed at, and then we end, as though it were enough to be pointed at. Is not this great Babel? That which one loves, seems greater and more precious above all which he loveth not, although they be better than it: so did these buildings seem to Nebuchadnezzar.
Lastly, when we ouer-view these matters, this is our solace and comfort, to thinke these are the things which make mee famous and spoken of, and pointed at, and then we end, as though it were inough to bee poynted at. Is not this great Babel? That which one loues, seemes greater and more precious aboue all which he loueth not, although they be better than it: so did these buildings seeme to Nabuchadnezzar.
One would not think that a house were a matter to make a king proud, although it were never so fair; stone walls are not so precious, that he should repose all his honour upon lime and mortar. But this is a just thing with God, that vain hope, vain prosperity, vain comfort, and vain glory, that may deceive ⟨p. 369⟩them when they trust unto it: therefore as the faithful soul looketh up to GOD, or upon the word, or up to heaven, and saith to it self, is not this my hope, is not this my joy, is not this my inheritance? So the carnal man when he looketh upon his buildings, or his grounds, or his money, saith to himself, is not this my joy, is not this my life, is not this my comfort? So while he pores and gapes upon it, by little and little the love of it grows more and more in his heart, until at last he have mind on nothing else.
One would not thinke that a house were a matter to make a king proude, although it were neuer so faire; stone wals are not so precious, that he should repose al his honour vpon lime and morter. But this is a iust thing with God, that vaine hope, vaine prosperitie, vaine comfort, and vaine glory, that may deceiue ⟨p. 369⟩