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Love to Christ, necessary to escape the curse at his coming
Love to Christ, necessary to escape the curse at his coming by Tho. Doolittle ...
London: printed for Tho. Cockerill, 1692
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.
2. Will it not be Misery joined with endless Eternity? And hadst thou rather bear pains extreme and eternal too, than Love me, that would deliver thee from them? Doth not a small affliction make one Day or Night seem long, much more if it be heavy? Then in the Night thou askest, Is it not Day? Thou countest the Clock, thou numberest the Hours, and thinkest that Time doth pass but slowly on. Would it were but break-a-day that I might rise! But all the time between the Creation and the Dissolution of the World, is but a moment to Eternity: Where there is no striking of Clocks, ⟨p. 179⟩no telling of Hours, no returns of Night and Day, but always Night, and never Day; never shall be break-a-day. A thousand years shall pass, and never the less to come. Nay, nothing past, and nothing to come, and yet more to come than is already past; an everlasting Instant. Now there is hope, and yet thou wilt not give me thy Love and Heart, then there will be no hope, and that might even break thy Heart. Besides,
2. Will it not be Misery joined with endless Eternity? And hadst thou rather bear pains extream and eternal too, than Love me, that would deliver thee from them? Doth not a small affliction make one Day or Night seem long, much more if it be heavy? Then in the Night thou askest, Is it not Day? Thou countest the Clock, thou numberest the Hours, and think'st that Time doth pass but slowly on. Would it were but break-a-day that I might rise! But all the time between the Creation and the Dissolution of the World, is but a moment to Eternity: Where there is no striking of Clocks, ⟨p. 179⟩no telling of Hours, no returns of Night and Day, but always Night, and never Day; never shall be break-a-day. A thousand years shall pass, and never the less to come. Nay, nothing past, and nothing to come, and yet more to come than is already past; an everlasting Instant. Now there is hope, and yet thou wilt not give me thy Love and Heart, then there will be no hope, and that might even break thy Heart. Besides,