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The travels of true godliness. From the beginning of the world to this present…
The travels of true godliness. From the beginning of the world to this present day, in an apt and pleasant allegory: showing, what true godliness is; also the troubles, oppositions, reproaches, and persecutions he hath met with in every age. : Together with the danger and sad declining state he is in at this present time, by errors, heresies, and ungodliness, or open profaneness. / By Benjamin Keach, author of a book called War with the devil, and Zion in distress, and The travels of ungodliness.The travels of true godliness. From the beginning of the world to this present day, in an apt and pleasant allegory: shewing, what true godliness is; also the troubles, oppositions, reproaches, and persecutions he hath met with in every age. : Together with the danger and sad declining state he is in at this present time, by errors, heresies, and ungodliness, or open prophaneness. / By Benjamin Keach, author of a book call'd War with the devil, and Sion in distress, and The travels of ungodliness.
Boston: printed by B. Green and Company for D. Gookin over against the Old South Meeting-House, 1745
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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.
Godly. Nay, do not mistake your self, you have opened to me in one Respect, but not in another; you seem to like my Form, but not my Power; my external Rites, but not my internal Life. I am indeed received into your Head, but not into your Heart; I may be, in your Judgment, worth embracing, but your Will consents not to receive me; you like my Garb, but love not my Person; you are (I know) a Professor of me, but not a Possessor of me: The Truth is, I suspect you.
Godli. Nay, do not mistake your self, you have opened to me in one Respect, but not in another; you seem to like my Form, but not my Power; my external Rites, but not my internal Life. I am indeed received into your Head, but not into your Heart; I may be, in your Judgment, worth embracing, but your Will consents not to receive me; you like my Garb, but love not my Person; you are (I know) a Professor of me, but not a Possessor of me: The Truth is, I suspect you.
Formal. Suspect me, Sir! for what?
Godly. That you have one or two implacable Enemies of mine hid secretly in your House.
Godli. That you have one or two implacable Enemies of mine hid secretly in your House.