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The marrow of the oracles of God. Or, divers treatisesThe marrovv of the oracles of God. Or, diuers treatises
The marrow of the oracles of God. Or, divers treatises containing directions about six of the weightiest things can concern a Christian in this life. by N. Bifield, late preacher of Gods Word at Isleworth in Middlesex.The marrovv of the oracles of God. Or, diuers treatises containing directions about sixe of the waightiest things can concerne a Christian in this life. by N. Bifield, late preacher of Gods Word at Isleworth in Middlesex.
London: printed by John Legatt, 1630
THE CURE OF THE FEAR OF DEATH. › Chapter 12THE CVRE OF THE FEARE OF DEATH. › Chapter 12
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Fourthly, we are are manifestly mistaken concerning death; for 1the last gasp is not death. To live, is to dye; for how much we live, so much we die: every step of life, is a step of death. He that hath lived half his days, is dead the half of himself. Death gets first our infancy, then our youth, and so forwards: All that thou hast lived, is dead.
Fourthly, we are are manifestly mistaken concerning death; for 1the last gaspe is not death. To liue, is to dye; for how much wee liue, so much we die: euery step of life, is a step of death. He that hath liued halfe his dayes, is dead the halfe of himselfe. Death gets first our infancie, then our youth, and so forwards: All that thou hast liued, is dead.
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Fifthly, it is further evident, 1that in death there is no pain; it is our life that goeth out, with pain. We deal herein, as if a man, after sickness, should accuse his health of the last pains. What is it to be dead? but not to be in the world. And it is any ⟨p. 730⟩pain to be out of the world? Were we in any pain before we were borne? Why then accuse we death, for the pains our life gives us at the parting? Is not sleep a remembrance of death?
Fiftly, it is further euident, 1that in death there is no paine; it is our life that goeth out, with paine. Wee deale herein, as if a man, after sicknesse, should accuse his health of the last paines. What is it to be dead? but not to be in the world. And it is any