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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.
Flesh. What good will sorrow do us? Is not mirth Fitter to warm a cold heart here on earth? Troubles will come whether we will or no: I'll never banish pleasure, and choose we.
Flesh. What good will sorrow do us? Is not mirth Fitter to warm a cold heart here on earth? Troubles will come whether we will or no: I'le never banish pleasure, and choose we.
Spirit. Then choose not sin: touch not forbidden things: Taste not the sweet that endless sorrow brings. If thou love pleasure, take in God thy fill: Look not for lasting joys in doing ill.
Spirit. Then choose not sin: touch not forbidden things: Taste not the sweet that endless sorrow brings. If thou love pleasure, take in God thy fill: Look not for lasting joyes in doing ill.
Flesh. Affliction's bitter: life will soon be done: Pleasure shall be my part ere all be gone.
Spirit. Prosperity is barren: all men say The soil is best where there's the deepest way. Life is for work, and not to spend in play. Now sow thy seed: labour while it is day. The Huntsman seeks his game in barren plains. Dirty land answers best the Ploughman's pains. Passengers care not so the way be fair; Husbandmen would have the best ground and air First think what's safe and fruitful: There's no pleasure Like the beholding of thy chiefest Treasure.