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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.
Aristotle speaks of Fishes, that though they have spears thrust into their sides, yet they awake not: God thrusts many a sharp spear through many a sinners heart, and yet he feels nothing, he complains of nothing; these mens souls will bleed to death. Seneca reports of Senecio Cornelius, who minded his body more than his1 soul, and his m•ny more than Heaven; when he had all the day […] waited on his dying friend, […] his friend was dead, he re[…] his house▪ s•ps merrily, […] himself quickly, goes to […] his sorrows were ⟨p. 7⟩ended, and the time of his mourning expired, before his deceased friend was interred. Such stupidity is a curse that many a man lies under: But this Stoical Silence, which is but a sinful fullness, is not the Silence here meant.
Aristotle speaks of Fishes, that though they have spears thrust into their sides, yet they awake not: God thrusts many a sharp spear thorow many a sinners heart, and yet hee feels nothing, hee complains of nothing; these mens souls will bleed to death. Seneca reports of Senecio Cornelius, who minded his body more than his1 soul, and his m•ny more than Heaven; when hee had all the day 〈…〉 waited on his dying friend, 〈…〉 his friend was dead, hee re〈…〉 his house▪ s•ps merrily, 〈…〉 himself quickly, goes to 〈…〉 his sorrows were ⟨p. 7⟩ended, and the time of his mourning expired, before his deceased friend was interred. Such stupidity is a curse that many a man lies under: But this Stoical Silence, which is but a sinful fullenness, is not the Silence here meant.