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A saint or a brute the certain necessity and excellency of holiness, &c. ...…
A saint or a brute the certain necessity and excellency of holiness, &c. ... / by Richard Baxter.
London: printed by R.W. for Francis Tyton, 1662
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The world hath many contrary Masters, and therefore hath •ny things to do to please them; and when they have done •ir best, they cannot please them all, but may leave more diseased then they please: For those that they must please, expect […] possibilities; and many a single person perhaps may look for […] much as you can give to all: And they have such contrary •rests, which you must serve if you will please them; and con•y minds which you must humour, that the same things that […] expects to please him, will vehemently displease another; and •rhaps the more displease the other, because it is pleasing to •t one.
The world hath many contrary Masters, and therefore hath •ny things to do to please them; and when they have done •ir best, they cannot please them all, but may leave more dis•ased then they please: For those that they must please, expect 〈…〉 possibilities; and many a single person perhaps may look for 〈…〉 much as you can give to all: And they have such contrary •rests, which you must serve if you will please them; and con•y minds which you must humour, that the same things that 〈…〉 expects to please him, will vehemently displease another; and •rhaps the more displease the other, because it is pleasing to •t one.
And our selves have our contrarieties in our selves, and are as rd to be pleased by others or our selves. We have our sensual sires which are unreasonable and inordinate, unseasonable and portunate, and will take no Nay. A sensual, covetous, ambious fantasy, is a bottomless vessel: Your pouring in doth no hit fill it: It is a devouring gulf; a consuming (that I say ot an unquenchable) fire: Like the horse-leech it crieth, ive, Give, and the more you give, the more it craveth, and is ever less satisfied, then when it hath glutted it self with that rom which it seeketh satisfaction