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The Godly Man's Picture
The godly mans picture drawn with a scripture-pencil, or, Some characteristical notes of a man that shall go to heaven by Thomas Watson ...The godly mans picture drawn with a scripture-pensil, or, Some characteristical notes of a man that shall go to heaven by Thomas Watson ...
London: printed for Thomas Parkhurst, 1666
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.
6 Thou who hast nothing but a specious pretext and mask of Piety, exposest thy self to Satan's scorn. Thou shalt be brought forth at the last day as Sampson, to make the devil* sport. He will say, what is become of all thy Vows, Tears, Confessions? Is all thy Religion come to this? Didst thou so often defy the devil, and art thou now come to dwell with me? couldst thou meet with no weapon to kill thee, but what was made of Gospel-mettle? couldst thou suck poison no where but out of Ordinances? couldst thou find no way to hell, but by seeming ⟨p. 13⟩godly? what a vexation will this be, to have the devil thus reproach a man! 'Tis sad to be insulted over in this life; Cleopatra Queen of Egypt, when she saw she was reserved by the Enemy for a triumph, that she might avoid the infamy, put Asps to her breasts, and dyed. What then will it be to have the devil triumph over a man at the last day?
6 Thou who hast nothing but a specious pretext and mask of Piety, exposest thy self to Satans scorn. Thou shalt bee brought forth at the last day as Sampson, to make the devil* sport. He wil say, what is become of all thy Vows, Tears, Confessions? Is all thy Religion come to this? Didst thou so often defy the devil, and art thou now come to dwel with me? couldst thou meet with no weapon to kill thee, but what was made of Gospel-mettle? couldst thou suck poyson no where but out of Ordinances? couldst thou finde no way to hell, but by seeming ⟨p. 13⟩godly? what a vexation will this be, to have the devil thus reproach a man! 'Tis sad to be insulted over in this life; Cleopatra Queen of Egypt, when shee saw shee was reserved by the Enemy for a triumph, that shee might avoyd the infamy, put Aspes to her breasts, and dyed. What then wil it be to have the devil triumph over a man at the last day?