The works of George Swinnock, M.A

courtesy is as salt, and dryeth those ill humours which are distasteful to others, and will make my counsel the more savoury; Thine Angels themselves used salutations in their occasional converses with Mortals; give me to do thy will on earth, as it is done by those Noble Courtiers in Heaven; for I believe that they were in Heaven, when they were discoursing with thy chosen on Earth; Grant me so much gracious good manners, as by my prayers to send the next man I meet, even all I deal with, to thee. Let me bestow the alms of some hearty ejaculation, as well as the outward expressions of The Lord be with you, upon them: Yea, let me for thy sake be kind and gentle to all men, that I may draw them to thy self: Yet suffer me not to be so friendly in my words, as to have fellowship with any in their wickedness, but help me to dispense even my civilities by a standard measure, least what I intend as shy Net to take others souls, prove Satan's trap to catch mine.

courtesie is as salt, and dryeth those ill humours which are distastful to others, and will make my counsel the more savoury; Thine Angels themselves used salutations in their occasional converses with Mortals; give me to do thy will on earth, as it is done by those Noble Courtiers in Heaven; for I believe that they were in Heaven, when they were discoursing with thy chosen on Earth; Grant me so much gracious good manners, as by my prayers to send the next man I meet, even all I deal with, to thee. Let me bestow the almes of some hearty ejaculation, as well as the outward expressions of The Lord be with you, upon them: Yea, let me for thy sake be kind and gentle to all men, that I may draw them to thy self: Yet suffer me not to be so friendly in my words, as to have fellowship with any in their wickedness, but helpe me to dispence even my civilities by a standard measure, least what I intend as shy Net to take others souls, prove Satans trap to catch mine.

I Wish that I may be both so just as not to offer injuries to others, and also so meek as to suffer with patience what others offer to me. ³The world will never leave its old haunt of persecuting them that are holy. Its natural for Wolves to hate and devour Sheep; If I were of the world, I should be one of its darlings, for the World loveth its own. My God hath called me from it, and chosen me out of it, therefore it hates me. I need not marvel at its malice, when it did spit its venom at the Author of its being, and took away life from him, who gave life