From the First Century, Number 32:
Can any ingratitude be more damned than that which is
fed by benefits? Or folly greater than that which bereaveth us of
infinite treasures?
They despise them merely because they have them:
And invent ways to make themselves miserable in the presence of
riches.
They study a thousand newfangled treasures, which God never
made : and then grieve and repine that they be not happy. They dote
on their own works, and neglect God's, which are full of majesty,
riches, and wisdom.
And having fled away from them because they are
solid, divine, and true, greedily pursuing tinselled vanities, they
walk on in darkness, and will not understand. They do the works
of darkness, and delight in the riches of the Prince of Darkness, and
follow them till they come into Eternal Darkness.
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These words follow a hymn to how we ought to be:
28
Your enjoyment of the world is never right, till
every morning you awake in Heaven; see yourself in your Father's
Palace; and look upon the skies, the earth, and the air as Celestial
Joys: having such a reverend esteem of all, as if you were among the
Angels. The bride of a monarch, in her husband's chamber, hath too
such causes of delight as you.
29
You never enjoy the world aright, till the Sea
itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens,
and crowned with the stars: and perceive yourself to be the sole heir
of the whole world, and more than so, because men are in it who are
every one sole heirs as well as you. Till you can sing and rejoice
and delight in God, as misers do in gold, and Kings in sceptres, you
never enjoy the world.
31
Yet further, you never enjoy the world aright; till
you so love the beauty of enjoying it, that you are covetous and
earnest to persuade others to enjoy it. And so perfectly hate the
abominable corruption of men in despising it, that you had rather
suffer the flames of Hell than willingly be guilty of their error.
There is so much blindness and ingratitude and damned folly in it.
The world is a mirror of infinite beauty, yet no man sees it.
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Yet further, you never enjoy the world aright; till you so love the beauty of enjoying it, that you are covetous and earnest to persuade others to enjoy it. And so perfectly hate the abominable corruption of men in despising it, that you had rather suffer the flames of Hell than willingly be guilty of their error. There is so much blindness and ingratitude and damned folly in it. The world is a mirror of infinite beauty, yet no man sees it.
Poets, mystics, painters and composers often see it, and through their great works we mere mortals may also come to see it. I know that my life is too short to spend much of it in a state of bitterness. When joy is always but a flower or a floating cloud away, where the symphony of nature sings into my ears; how dreadful a thing it is to not become a mirror to reflect beauty's face.
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