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Poetical fragments heart-employment with God and it selfPoetical fragments heart-imployment with God and it self
Poetical fragments heart-employment with God and it self : the concordant discord of a broken-healed heart ... / by Richard Baxter.Poetical fragments heart-imployment with God and it self : the concordant discord of a broken-healed heart ... / by Richard Baxter.
London: printed for B. Simmons, 1681
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.
Spirit. That is thy Poison which thou callest Pleasure: And that thy drudgery which thou countest thy treasure.
Spirit. That is thy Poyson which thou callest Pleasure: And that thy drudgery which thou count'st thy treasure.
Flesh. Who can endure to be thus mewed up? And under Laws for every bit and cup?
Spirit. God's Cage is better than the Wilderness. When Winter comes, Liberty brings distress
Flesh. Pleasure's mans Happiness: The Will's not free To choose our misery: This cannot be.
Spirit. God is mans End: with him are highest joys: Sensual pleasures are but dreams and toys. Should sin seem sweet! Is Satan turned thy friend? Will not thy sweet prove bitter in the end? Hast thou found sweeter pleasures than Gods Love Is a fools laughter like the Joys above? Beauty surpasseth all deceitful paints: What's empty mirth to the delights of Saints? God would not have thee have less joy, but more: And therefore show's thee the eternal store.