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Husbandry spiritualized, or, The heavenly use of earthly things consisting of many pleasant observations,…
Husbandry spiritualized, or, The heavenly use of earthly things consisting of many pleasant observations, pertinent applications, and serious reflections and each chapter concluded with a divine and suitable poem : directing husband-men to the most excellent improvements of their common employments : whereunto is added ... several choice occasional meditations / by John Flavell.Husbandry spiritualized, or, The heavenly use of earthly things consisting of many pleasant observations, pertinent applications, and serious reflections and each chapter concluded with a divine and suitable poem : directing husband-men to the most excellent improvements of their common imployments : whereunto is added ... several choice occasional meditations / by John Flavell.
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To God he may say, I am cast out of thy sight; I know thou canst do much, but wilt thou show wonders to the dead?
To God he may say, I am cast out of thy sight; I know thou canst do much, but wilt thou shew wonders to the dead?
To the Promises he may say, you are sweet things indeed, but what have I to do with you? I could once indeed rejoice in you, as my portion; but now I doubt I grasped a shadow, a fancy instead of you. To Saints he may say, turn away from me, labour not to comfort me, O do not spill your precious ointment of consolation upon my head, for what have I to do with comfort? to former experiences, he may say in his haft, you are all liars. To the light of God's countenance, he may say, farewell sweet light, I shall behold thee no more. To Sa•an, he may say, O mine enemy, thou ha•t at last prevailed against me, thou art stronger than I, and haft overcome, To duties and ordinances, he may say, where is the sweetness I once found in you? you were once sweeter to me than the honey comb; but now as tasteless, as the white of an egg. O sad relapse? deplored change! quantum mutatus ab illo?
To the Promises he may say, you are sweet things indeed, but what have I to do with you? I could once indeed rejoyce in you, as my portion; but now I doubt I grasped a shadow, a fancy instead of you. To Saints he may say, turn away from me, labour not to comfort me, O do not spill your precious ointment of consolation upon my head, for what have I to do with comfort? to former experiences, he may say in his haft, you are all lyars. To the light of God's countenance, he may say, farewell sweet light, I shall behold thee no more. To Sa•an, he may say, O mine enemy, thou ha•t at last prevailed against me, thou art stronger than I, and haft overcome, To duties and ordinances, he may say, where is the sweetness I once found in you? you were once sweeter to me than the hony comb; but now as tastless, as the white of an egg. O sad relaspe? deplored change! quantum mutatus ab illo?