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A Divine Cordial
A divine cordial, or, The transcendent privilege of those that love God and are savingly called published by Thomas Watson ...A divine cordial, or, The transcendent priviledge of those that love God and are savingly called published by Thomas Watson ...
London: printed for Tho. Parkhurst, 1663
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.
Try by this your love to God. What shall we think of such as have never enough of ⟨p. 102⟩the world? they have the dry Dropsy of Covetousness, thirsting insatiably after riches, Amos 2.7. That pant after the dust of the earth. Never talk of your love to Christ (saith Ignatius) [Greek or Hebrew], when you prefer the world before the Pearl of price; and are there not many such who prize their gold above God? If they have a South-Land, they care not for the water of life; they will sell Christ and a good Conscience for money. Will God ever bestow Heaven upon them, who so basely undervalue him, preferring glittering dust, before the glorious Deity? what is here in the Earth that we should so set our hearts upon it? only the Devil makes us look upon it through a Multiplying Glass. The world hath no real intrinsical worth; it is but Paint and Alchemy. The world hath two Breasts, the one Breast is dry, it is vanity; the other Breast runs blood, it is vexation.
Try by this your love to God. What shall we think of such as have never enough of ⟨p. 102⟩the world? they have the dry Dropsie of Covetousnesse, thirsting insatiably after riches, Amos 2.7. That pant after the dust of the earth. Never talk of your love to Christ (saith Ignatius) 〈non-Latin alphabet〉, when you prefer the world before the Pearl of price; and are there not many such who prize their gold above God? If they have a South-Land, they care not for the water of life; they will sell Christ and a good Conscience for money. Will God ever bestow Heaven upon them, who so basely undervalue him, preferring glittering dust, before the glorious Deity? what is here in the Earth that we should so set our hearts upon it? only the Devil makes us look upon it through a Multiplying Glasse. The world hath no real intrinsecal worth; it is but Paint and Alchymy. The world hath two Breasts, the one Breast is dry, it is vanity; the other Breast runs blood, it is vexation.