A65276:267
The Art of Divine Contentment
Autarkeia, or, The art of divine contentment by Thomas Watson.
London: printed by T.M. for Ralph Smith, 1654
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.
1. Impatience. Discontent and Impatience are two Twins; This evil is of the Lord, why should I wait any longer*? As if God were so tied that he must give us the mercy just when we desire. Impatience is no small sin, as will appear, if you consider whence it ariseth; As,
1. Impatience. Discontent and Impatience are two Twins; This evil is of the Lord, why should I wait any longer*? As if God were so tied that he must give us the mercy just when we desire. Impatience is no smal sin, as wil appear, if you consider whence it ariseth; As,
1. It is for want of faith. Faith gives a right notion of God; it is an intelligent grace; it believes that Gods wisdom tempers, and his love sweetens all ingredients; this works patience; Shall I not drink the cup which my Father hath given me? Impatience is the daughter of infidelity. If a patient hath an ill opinion of the Physician, and conceits that he comes to poison him, he will take none of his Receipts. When we have a prejudice against God, and conceit that he comes to kill us, and undo us, then we storm, and cry out through Impatience. We are like a foolish ⟨p. 132⟩man ('tis Chrysostoms simile) that cries out, Away with the plaster, though it be in order to a cure; is it not better that the plaster smart a little, then the wound fester and rankle?
1. It is for want of faith. Faith gives a right notion of God; it is an intelligent grace; it beleeves that Gods wisdome tempers, and his love sweetens all ingredents; this workes patience; Shall I not drinke the cup which my Father hath given me? Impatience is the daughter of infidelity. If a patient hath an ill opinion of the Physician, and conceits that he comes to poison him, he will take none of his Receits. When we have a prejudice against God, and conceit that he comes to kill us, and undo us, then we storme, and cry out through Impatience. We are like a foolish