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The fading of the flesh and flourishing of faith, or, One cast for eternity…
The fading of the flesh and flourishing of faith, or, One cast for eternity with the only way to throw it well : as also the gracious persons incomparable portion / by George Swinnock ...The fading of the flesh and flourishing of faith, or, One cast for eternity with the only way to throw it vvell : as also the gracious persons incomparable portion / by George Swinnock ...
London: printed for Tho. Parkhurst, 1662
Title page typeset from the transcription.
Dedication: To the Courteous Ms. Jane Swinnock, WIDOW OF Mr. Caleb Swinnock, LATE OF Maidstone Dece…
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.
First, That your affections be taken off from Earthly possessions; Dying Relations, call for dying affections. When Israel doted on Egypt as a palace, God made it an Iron furnace to wean them from it, and to make them weary of it. The creature is our Idol by nature, we bow down the knees of our souls to it, and Worship it; but infinite Wisdom makes it our grief, that it may not be our God. When Children fare well abroad, they are mindless of home; but when abused by strangers, they hasten to their Parents. The World is therefore a Purgatory, that it might not be our Paradise. As soon as Laban frowned on Jacob, he talks of returning to his Fathers House. Every rout the World puts us to, sounds a retreat to our affections, and calls off our heart from the eager pursuit of these withering vanities. Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not, Prov. 23.5. much less thine heart.
First, That your affections be taken off from Earthly possessions; Dying Relations, call for dying affections. When Israel doted on Egypt as a pallace, God made it an Iron furnace to wean them from it, and to make them weary of it. The creature is our Idol by nature, we bow down the knees of our souls to it, and Worship it; but infinite Wisdom makes it our grief, that it may not be our God. When Children fare well abroad, they are mindless of home; but when abused by strangers, they hasten to their Parents. The World is therefore a Purgatory, that it might not be our Paradice. As soon as Laban frowned on Jacob, he talks of returning to his Fathers House. Every rout the World puts us to, sounds a retreat to our affections, and calls off our heart from the eager pursuit of these withering vanities. Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not, Prov. 23.5. much less thine heart.
I have read of a young Hermit, who being passionately in love with a young Lady, could not by any Art suppress the fury and violence of that flame, till at last being told that she was dead, and had been buried about fourteen days, he went secretly to her Vault, and with the skirt of his Manle, wiped the moisture from