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The life and death of Mr. Tho. Wilson, minister of Maidstone, in the county…
The life and death of Mr. Tho. Wilson, minister of Maidstone, in the county of Kent, M.A.
London? : s.n., 1672
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But for all his great natural and gracious accomplishments he was clothed with humility; None thought so low of him as he of himself. His face like Moses shined, that all his judicious friends observed it, and admired it, but he knew it not. He had not the least affectation or show of ostentation in his carnage or language, or any other thing.
But for all his great natural and gracious accomplishments he was cloathed with humility; None thought so low of him as he of himself. His face like Moses shined, that all his judicious friends observed it, and admired it, but he knew it not. He had not the least affectation or shew of oftentation in his carnage or language, or any other thing.
Empty Vessels make the greatest sound and noise, those that are full are more silent. Ignorance and Pride, emptiness and arrogancy are usually concomitants. He knew much, yet the more he knew, the more sensible he was of his ignorance, and nothingness, and unworthiness, and walked the more humbly with his God; as a Bough laden with Fruit, or an Ear with Corn, the fuller and weightier, the more they bend down-ward; he as the Violet hung down and hid his head, though his fragrancy and sweetness discovered him what he was.
Empty Vessels make the greatest sound and noise, those that are full are more silent. Ignorance and Pride, emptiness and arrogancy are usually concomitants. He knew much, yet the more he knew, the more sensible he was of his ignorance, and nothingness, and unworthiness, and walked the more humbly with his God; as a Bough laden with Fruit, or an Ear with Corn, the fuller and weightier, the more they bend down-ward; he as the Violet hung down and hid his head, though his fragranacy and sweetness discovered him what he was.
In his clothes he was always grave and sober, never minding the whimsical modes or fashions, but ever keeping to the same manner of his attire. I stood once with him at his door, when a great Gallant antically dressed went by, upon which he secretly said, I have made a Covenant with mine eyes, why should I be hold vanity.