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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.
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.
One ground I suppose why Job made no more of dying, was, because he was so well acquainted with Death. Strangers are startled at many things in a place, which they that are home-born and used to, can delight in. I have said to corruption Thou art my Father, and to the Worms thou art my Brother and Sister, Job 17.14. Job was as ⟨p. 91⟩familiar with Death, as if it had been his Father; and made no more of dying, then of falling into the Arms and embraces of his Mother or Sister Moses at first started back at the sight of the Serpent, but when he had handled it a little, twas turned into a rod and nothing frightful to him.
One ground I suppose why Job made no more of dying, was, because he was so well acquainted with Death. Strangers are startled at many things in a place, which they that are home-born and used to, can delight in. I have said to corruption Thou art my Father, and to the Worms thou art my Brother and Sister, Job 17.14. Job was as ⟨p. 91⟩familiar with Death, as if it had been his Father; and made no more of dying, then of falling into the Armes and embraces of his Mother or Sister Moses at first started back at the sight of the Serpent, but when he had handled it a little, twas turned into a rod and nothing frightful to him.
There is a story of an Ass, called Cumanus Ass, which jetting up and down in a Lyons skin, did for a time much terrify his Master, but afterwards being descried, did much benefit him. Thou art fearful possibly Reader, of this beast, supposing it to be a roaring Lyon, but come up to it, and thou wilt find it but an Ass in the skin of a Lyon, and such a one as will be no way hurtful, but many ways helpful to thee. What is this Bugbear Death which thus frights thee? Is it not the Paranymphus, which presenteth thy faithful soul to thy beloved Husband? Is it not a leaving the World and a going to thy Father? Is it less then a kiss of Gods lips? The indulgent parent will take the babe into her Arms, and with many kisses lay it in her lap, when its falling asleep.