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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. But where's that mirth when sorrows overtake thee? Will it then hold when Life and God forsake thee? Forgetting Death or Hell will not prevent it: Now lose thy day, thou'lt then too late repent it.
Flesh. Must I be pained and wronged, and not feel? As if my heart were made of flint or steel?
Flesh. Must I be pain'd and wronged, and not feel? As if my heart were made of flint or steel?
Spirit. Dost thou delight to feel thy hurt and smart? Would not an Antidote preserve thy heart? Impatience is but self-tormenting folly: Patience is cordial, easy, sweet and holy. Is not that better which turns grief to peace, Than that which doth thy misery increase?
Spirit. Dost thou delight to feel thy hurt and smart? Would not an Antidote preserve thy heart? Impatience is but self-tormenting folly: Patience is cordial, easie, sweet and holy. Is not that better which turns grief to peace, Than that which doth thy misery encrease?
Flesh. When sport, and wine, and beauty do invite, Who is it whom such baits will not incite?