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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. 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.
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 Plowmans 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.