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Grata brevitas. An essay made in a few words, to demonstrate that a few…
Grata brevitas. An essay made in a few words, to demonstrate that a few words may have much comprised in them. With the most weighty matters of religion, offered in several abridgements, as particular demonstrations of it. : A winter-sermon preached at Boston lecture 27.d. 9.m. 1712. / By Cotton Mather, D.D. ; [One line of quotation]Grata brevitas. An essay made in a few words, to demonstrate that a few words may have much comprised in them. With the most weighty matters of religion, offered in several abridgments, as particular demonstrations of it. : A winter-sermon preached at Boston lecture 27.d. 9.m. 1712. / By Cotton Mather, D.D. ; [One line of quotation]
Boston: printed by B. Green for Samuel Gerrish, 1712
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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.
Now say, Is not this Commandment Exceeding Bread? And have not a Few Words Exceeding much Comprised in them? Truly, Brevius nihil est, nec Plenius istis. —
Now say, Is not this Commandment Exceeding Bread? And have not a Few Words Exceeding much Comprized in them? Truly, Brevius nihil est, nec Plenius istis. —
Here we ought to make a Pause; and in a Few Words describe a Confession, which we must all now be necessarily obliged unto.
Confess, That your have not kept this Law; You are daily breaking of it: In many things we offend all. Confess, That your Transgressions of this Law cannot be Numbered; Who can understand his Errors? Confess, That your Justification by your own Righteousness, is for ever to be despaired of. But then, Pity. Pity those Deluded Creatures, who have not Seen an End of all Perfection;— but Imagine themselves arrived unto a Sinless Perfection. Unto their Proud Assembly, my Soul, Be not thou United!
Confess, That your have not kept this Law; You are daily breaking of it: In many things we offend all. Confess, That your Transgressions of this Law cannot be Numbred; Who can understand his Errors? Confess, That your Justification by your own Righteousness, is for ever to be despaired of. But then, Pitty. Pitty those Deluded Creatures, who have not Seen an End of all Perfection;— but Imagine themselves arrived unto a Sinless Perfection. Unto their Proud Assembly, my Soul, Be not thou Ʋnited!