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The Christian's charter showing the privileges of a believerThe Christian's charter shewing the priviledges of a believer
The Christian's charter showing the privileges of a believer by Thomas Watson.The Christian's charter shewing the priviledges of a believer by Thomas Watson.
London: printed by T.R. & E.M. for Ralph Smith, 1654
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.
My last Use is to such as have only things present, 1that they would labour for things to come. You have seen the blessed condition of a man in Christ, never rest till this be yours: Alas, what are the great possessions of the earth? the world hath vanity written upon the frontispiece; there's a transiency and a deficiency in these things. What is Honour' but a rattle to still mens ambition? it is like the Meteor which lives in the air, so doth this in the breath of other men*: it's like a gale of wind which carries the ship; sometimes this wind is down, a man hath lost his Honour, and lives to see himself entombed: som••mes this wind is too high: how many have been blown to hell while they have been sailing with the wind of popular ⟨p. 313⟩applause! Honour is but magnum nihil*, a glorious fancy, Acts 25.23*. It doth not make a man really the better, but often the worse: a man swelled with honour (wanting grace) is like a dropsy man whose bigness is his disease.
My last Use is to such as have only things present, 1that they would labour for things to come. You have seen the blessed condition of a man in Christ, never rest till this be yours: Alas, what are the great possessions of the earth? the world hath vanity written upon the frontispiece; there's a transiency and a deficiency in these things. What is Honour' but a rattle to still mens ambition? it is like the Meteor which lives in the ayr, so doth this in the breath of other men*: it's like a gale of wind which carries the ship; sometimes this wind is down, a man hath lost his Honor, and lives to see himself intombed: sommes this wind is too high: how many have been blown to hell while they have been sailing with the wind of popular