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The travels of true godliness, from the beginning of the world to this present…
The travels of true godliness, from the beginning of the world to this present day in an apt and pleasant allegory ... / by B.K., author of War with the Devil, and Zion in distress.The travels of true godliness, from the beginning of the world to this present day in an apt and pleasant allegory ... / by B.K., author of War with the Devil, and Sion in distress.
London: printed for John Dunton, 1684
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.
CHAP. XI.
Showing how Godliness coming to one Thoughtful's House, found there his Friend Consideration, whom he had a long time sought for, also the great opposition Consideration met withal.
Shewing how Godliness coming to one Thoughtful's House, found there his Friend Consideration, whom he had a long time sought for, also the great opposition Consideration met withal.
Godliness peing not without hopes of finding Serious Consideration (for so sometimes he is called) in or near this place, chanced to knock (as you heard before) at a mans door, who was newly come to dwell in the Town Religion. Now this person formerly (as it appears) had been a very great Enemy to True Godliness, having lived a grievous loose and profuse Life, and like the poor Prodigal, wasted all his chiefest Substance. Godliness had not long knocked and called at his door, before he listened to him, and spake within himself to this purpose; Who is this that is come to my door? sure, said he, this is a voice different from any I ever heard in all my life; and he doth not knock also as others use to do; at last he cried out, Who is there? who is it that is at my door? your Name Sir.
GOdliness peing not without hopes of finding Serious Consideration (for so sometimes he is called) in or near this place, chanc'd to knock (as you heard before) at a mans door, who was newly come to dwell in the Town Religion. Now this person formerly (as it appears) had been a very great Enemy to True Godliness, having liv'd a grievous loose and profuse Life, and like the poor Prodigal, wasted all his chiefest Substance. Godliness had not long knock'd and called at his door, before he listned to him, and spake within himself to this purpose; Who is this that is come to my door? sure, said he, this is a voice different from any I ever heard in all my life; and he doth not knock also as others use to do; at last he cried out, Who is there? who is it that is at my door? your Name Sir.