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The door of salvation opened by the key of regeneration
The door of salvation opened by the key of regeneration: or A treatise containing the nature, necessity, marks and means of regeneration; as also the duty of the regenerate. / By George Swinnocke, M.A. and pastor of Rickmersworth in Hertfordshire.
London: printed by John Best for Tho. Parkhurst, 1661
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.
Thy pleasures are prejudicial to thy precious soul; like the wasp thou drownest thy self in those pots of honey; and as the silly fish swimmest merrily down the silver streams of Jordan, till thou fallest into the dead sea and perishest.
Thy pleasures are prejudicial to thy precious soul; like the wasp thou drownest thy self in those pots of honey; and as the silly fish swimmest merily down the silver streams of Jordan, till thou fallest into the dead sea and perishest.
Thy Relations and friends if wicked are cursed to thee; they breathe on thee; and thou takest the infection, wanting this preservative of regeneration: They are actually what Michal was to David (intentionally in regard of Saul) snares unto thee.
Thy house is cursed. The curse of the Lord is in the house of the wicked, Prov. 3.33. what ever cost be there, there can be no true cheer, for there is Gods curse which mars all; this will either rot the timber, and pull it down, or undermine the foundation and blow it up. Possibly there may be in thine house a loving wife, lovely children, many servants, stately rooms, costly furniture, dainty fare, great earthly delights: But man, The curse of God is there; A spoonful of this like Copris will turn all thy wine into ink; thy sea of honey into gall and wormwood: How can thy sweetest dish be savoury, when the curse of God is thy sauce? Or thy most sugared cup be pleasant, when the curse of God lieth like a toad swelled at the bottom? or thy finest raiment delight thee, when in every suit there is the curse of God, like a ⟨p. 217⟩plague sore? or how can thy most beautiful building content thee, when this curse of God on thee for thy wickedness turns it into a prison to keep thee (who art in the bond of iniquity) till the hour of death, the time of thine execution?