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The Christian-man's calling: or, A treatise of making religion ones business. Wherein the nature…
The Christian-man's calling: or, A treatise of making religion ones business. Wherein the nature and necessity of it is discovered. : As also the Christian directed how he may perform it in [brace] religious duties, natural actions, his particular vocation, his family directions, and his own recreations. / By George Swinnock ...
London: printed for T.P., 1662
Treatise › Chapter 8: A Complaint that this Trade is so dead, and the Worlds trade so quick.
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The Heathen have admired and bemoaned mans industry about earth, 1they have wondered what ⟨p. 77⟩made man, who is of an erect countenance looking up to Heaven, 2thus to bow down and bury himself alive in the earth. Tertullian stood amazed at the folly of the Romans, who would undergo all manner of hazards and hardships to be Consul, which he fitly calls, One years fleeting joy. The Prophet tells such that they rejoice in a thing of naught, Amos 7. Nay the forementioned Moralist tells us that such worldlings operose nihil agunt, Take a great deal of pains to do nothing. That their whole life is but a laborious loitering, or at most a more painful kind of playing; their account will be nothing but ciphers; like children they run up and down and labour hard to catch a gaudy Butterfly, which when caught will foul their fingers and fly from them. O mortal men, how long will ye love vanity and follow after leasing, Psa. 4.
The Heathen have admired and bemoaned mans industry about earth, 1they have wondered what ⟨p. 77⟩made man, who is of an erect countenance looking up to Heaven, 2thus to bow down and bury himself alive in the earth. Tertullian stood amazed at the folly of the Romans, who would undergo all manner of hazards and hardships to be Consul, which he fitly calls, One years fleeting joy. The Prophet tells such that they rejoyce in a thing of naught, Amos 7. Nay the forementioned Moralist tels us that such worldlings operose nihil agunt, Take a great deal of pains to do nothing. That their whole life is but a laborious loytering, or at most a more painful kind of playing; their account will be nothing but ciphers; like children they run up and down and labour hard to catch a gaudy Butterflie, which when caught will foul their fingers and flye from them. O mortal men, how long will ye love vanity and follow after leasing,