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The godly exhortation of holy Father Bradford which he gave to his wife, children…
The godly exhortation of holy Father Bradford which he gave to his wife, children and friends a little before his death, who dyed a martyr for the Gospel in Q. Mary's days : wherein is plainly shown the excellency of the Protestant religion and the happiness of those that profess and live the same : as also the damnableness of the Romish religion with their bloody and rebellious crimes laid open : with the relation of the murder of that just justice Sir Edmund-bury Godfrey.The godly exhortation of holy Father Bradford which he gave to his wife, children and friends a little before his death, who dyed a martyr for the Gospel in Q. Maries days : wherein is plainly shown the excellency of the Protestant religion and the happiness of those that profess and live the same : as also the damnableness of the Romish religion with their bloody and rebellious crimes laid open : with the relation of the murder of that just justice Sir Edmund-bury Godfrey.
London: printed for T. Passenger, 1683
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.
Sit not admiring at Worlds splendour, nor bear it in esteem; For in the end 'twill no more render, then doth the vainest Dream.
Sit not admiring at Worlds splender, nor bear it in esteem; For in the end 'twill no more render, then doth the vainest Dream.
Pleasures and Treasures all are vain, no comfort could I find: They nothing but distract the Brain, likewise perplex the mind.
If that you would hark unto me, I'd learn you somewhat more; The which would profitable be, which you never heard before.
If that you would hark unto me, i'de learn you somewhat more; The which would profitable be, which you ne're heard before.
Now therefore unto me attend, and let my dying words prevail; In that I draw unto my end, and from this World launch with fresh gall.
Now therefore unto me attend, and let my dying words prevail; In that I draw unto my end, and from this World lanch with fresh gall.