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The vanity of this mortal life, or, Of man, considered only in his present…
The vanity of this mortal life, or, Of man, considered only in his present mortal state by J. Howe ...
London: printed by A. Maxwell for Sa. Gellibrand, 1673
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.
It is reckoned a brave and manly thing to be in the temper of one's mind a Citizen of the World ⟨p. 153⟩meaning it of this lower one). But why not rather of the Universe? And 'tis accounted mean and base that one should be so confined by his fear or sloth to that spot of ground where he was born, as not upon just inducement to look abroad, and go for warrantable and worthy purposes (yea, if it were only honest self-advantage) as far as the utmost ends of the earth. But dare we not venture a little farther? These are too narrow bounds for a truly great spirit. Any thing that is tinctured with earth, or favours of mortality, we should reckon too mean for us; and not regret it, that Heaven and Immortality are not to be attained but by dying; so should the love of our own souls, and the desire of a perpetual state of life, triumph over the fear of death.
It is reckon'd a brave and manly thing to be in the temper of one's mind a Citizen of the World ⟨p. 153⟩meaning it of this lower one). But why not rather of the Universe? And 'tis accounted mean and base that one should be so confin'd by his fear or sloath to that spot of ground where he was born, as not upon just inducement to look abroad, and go for warrantable and worthy purposes (yea, if it were only honest self-advantage) as far as the utmost ends of the earth. But dare we not venture a little farther? These are too narrow bounds for a truly great spirit. Any thing that is tinctur'd with earth, or favours of mortality, we should reckon too mean for us; and not regret it, that Heaven and Immortality are not to be attained but by dying; so should the love of our own souls, and the desire of a perpetual state of life, triumph over the fear of death.
But it may be alleged by some, That 'tis only a solicitous love to their souls, that makes them dread this change. They know it will not fare with all alike hereafter, and ⟨p. 154⟩