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The saints inheritance and the worldlings portion representing the glorious condition of a child…
The saints inheritance and the worldlings portion representing the glorious condition of a child of God and the misery of having ones portion in this world, unfolding the state of true happiness with the marks, means, and members thereof / by Jer. Burroughs.The saints inheritance and the worldlings portion representing the glorious condition of a child of God and the misery of having ones portion in this world, unfolding the state of true happiness with the marks, means, and members thereof / by Ier. Burroughs.
London: printed for Francis Eglesfield, 1657
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.
And further, suppose it were for thy soul; what thou hast here is but a ⟨p. 68⟩very poor pittance, thou hast not all the world neither, though thou hast thy portion in this world; if thou hadst the whole world at command, yea, if God should make a 1000. worlds more for thee to command, that were all but a poor pittance, to put off an immortal soul with all; but what thou hast is but a little minuin in the world. All the nations of the earth are but as the dust of the balance, and a drop of the bucket to God, what is thy dust then? what is thy house and land then? as Socrates wittily rebuked the pride of Alcibiades, when he was very proud, that he had so much land lay together, he brought the map of the world to him, and (saith he) pray show me, where your land •ies here, one prick of a pen would make a description of all.
And further, suppose it were for thy soul; what thou hast here is but a ⟨p. 68⟩very poor pittance, thou hast not all the world neither, though thou hast thy portion in this world; if thou hadst the whole world at command, yea, if God should make a 1000. worlds more for thee to command, that were all but a poor pittance, to put off an immortall soul with all; but what thou hast is but a little minuin in the world. All the nations of the earth are but as the dust of the ballance, and a drop of the bucket to God, what is thy dust then? what is thy house and land then? as Socrates wittily rebuked the pride of Alcibiades, when he was very proud, that he had so much land lay together, he brought the map of the world to him, and (saith he) pray shew me, where your land •ies here, one prick of a pen would make a description of all.
England, Ireland, and Scotland, are but 3. little spots unto the world, and what are your farms and your manors? you have but a little portion, if you had all it were no great matter; the truth is all you have in this world,