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The silent soul, with sovereign antidotes against the most miserable exigentsThe silent soul, with soveraign antidotes against the most miserable exigents
The silent soul, with sovereign antidotes against the most miserable exigents: or, A Christian with an olive-leaf in his mouth, when he is under the greatest afflictions, the sharpest and sorest trials and troubles, the saddest and darkest providences and changes, with answers to divers questions and objections that are of greatest importance, all tending to win and work souls to be still, quiet, calm and silent under all changes that have, or may pass upon them in this world, &c. / By Thomas Brooks preacher of the Word at Margarets New Fish-street London, and pastor of the Church of Christ meeting there.The silent soul, with soveraign antidotes against the most miserable exigents: or, A Christian with an olive-leaf in his mouth, when he is under the greatest afflictions, the sharpest and sorest trials and troubles, the saddest and darkest providences and changes, with answers to divers questions and objections that are of greatest importance, all tending to win and work souls to bee still, quiet, calm and silent under all changes that have, or may pass upon them in this world, &c. / By Thomas Brooks preacher of the Word at Margarets New Fish-street London, and pastor of the Church of Christ meeting there.
London: printed by R.I. for John Hancock, 1660
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.
Tenthly, Murmuring is a time-destroying sin: Ah the precious time that is buried in the grave of murmuring! when the murmurer should be a praying, he is a murmuring against the Lord; when he should be a hearing, he is a murmuring against divine providences; when he should be a reading, he is a murmuring against instruments; the murmurer ⟨p. 163⟩spends much precious time in musing, in musing how to get out of such a trouble, how to get off such a yoke, how to be rid of such a burden, how to revenge himself for such a wrong, how to supplant such a person, how to reproach those that are above him, and how to affront those that are below him, and a thousand other ways murmurers have to expend tha• precious time, that some would redeem with a world. As Queen1 Elizabeth on her death-bed, cried out, time, time, a world of wealth for an inch of time; the murmurer lavishly and profusely trifles away that precious time that is his greatest interest in this world to redeem, Ephes. 5. 16. every day, every hour in the day is a talent of time, and God expects the2 improvement of it, and will charge the non-improvement of it upon you at last. Caesar observing the Ladies in Rome to spend3 much of their time in making much of little Dogs and Monkeys, ⟨p. 164⟩asked them whether the women in that Country had no children to make much of? Ah murmurers! murmurers, you who by your murmuring, trifle away so many golden hours and seasons of mercy; have you no God to honour? have you no Christ to believe in? have you no hearts to change? no sins to be pardoned? no souls to save, no Hell to escape? no Heaven to seek after? Oh! if you have, why do you spend so much of your precious time in murmuring against God? against men? against this or that thing? Eternity rides upon the back of Time. Hoc est momentum, this is the moment,4