Poetical fragments heart-employment with God and it selfPoetical fragments heart-imployment with God and it self

Flesh. How? Forsake all! Ne'er mention it more to me I'll be of no Religion to undo me.

Flesh. How? Forsake all! Ne're mention it more to me I'le be of no Religion to undo me.

Spirit. Is it not thine more in thy Fathers hand, Then when it is laid out at sins command? And is that saved that's spent upon thy lust Or which must be a prey to thieves or rust? And wouldst thou have thy riches in thy way, Where thou art passing on and canst not stay? ⟨p. 71⟩And is that lost that's sent to Heaven before? Hadst thou not rather have thy friends and store, Where thou mayest dwell for ever, in the light Of that long glorious day that fears no night?

Spirit. Is it not thine more in thy Fathers hand, Then when it is laid out at sins command? And is that sav'd that's spent upon thy lust Or which must be a prey to thieves or rust? And wouldst thou have thy riches in thy way, Where thou art passing on and canst not stay? ⟨p. 71⟩And is that lost that's sent to Heav'n before? Hadst thou not rather have thy friends and store, Where thou maist dwell for ever, in the light Of that long glorious day that fears no night?

Flesh. But who can willingly submit to Death, Which will bereave us of our life and breath; That lays our flesh to rot in loathsome graves, Where brains and eyes were, leaves but ugly caves?

Flesh. But who can willingly submit to Death, Which will bereave us of our life and breath; That laies our flesh to rot in loathsom graves, Where brains and eyes were, leaves but ugly caves?