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The 1654 Prose Letters Letter 17, cont. (p.46) |
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banquet in the haven; but I would come towards that also, (as Mariners say) with a merry winde. Our nature is Mete- orique, we respect (because we partake so) both earth and heaven; for as our bodies glorified shall be capable of spirituall joy, so our souls demerged into those bodies, are allowed to partake earthly pleasure. Our soul is not sent hither, only to go back again: we have some errand to do here: nor is it sent into prison, because it comes innocent: and he which sent it, is just. As we may not kill our selves, so we may not bury our selves: which is done or endan- gered in a dull Monastique sadnesse, which is so much worse than jolity (for upon that word I durst———— ——And certainly despair is in- finitly worse, then presumption: both be- cause this is an excesse of love, that of fear; and because this is up, that down the hill; easier, and more stumbling. Heaven is ex- pressed by singings, hell by weeping. And though our blessed Saviour be never noted [CW: to] |
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