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The black devil or the apostate Together with the wolf worrying the lambs. And…The blacke devil or the apostate Together with the wolfe worrying the lambes. And…
The black devil or the apostate Together with the wolf worrying the lambs. And the spiritual navigator, bound for the Holy Land. In three sermons. By Thomas Adams.The blacke devil or the apostate Together with the wolfe worrying the lambes. And the spiritual navigator, bound for the Holy Land. In three sermons. By Thomas Adams.
London: printed by William Jaggard, 1615London: printed by William Iaggard, 1615
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Oh the shrill cry of our Land for this sin, and the loud noise it makes in the ears of the Lord of Hosts! The Father is dead, that kept good hospitality in the Country: and the Gallant, his son must live in London; where if he want the least superfluity, that his proud heart desireth: (and how can he but want in the infinite pride of that City?) He commits all to a hard Steward: who must wrings the last drop of blood from the Tenants hearts; before the Land-Lord must want the least cup to ⟨p. 33⟩his drunkenness, the least toy to his wardrobe.
Oh the shrill cry of our Land for this sinne, and the loud noise it makes in the eares of the Lord of Hoasts! The Father is dead, that kept good hospitality in the Country: and the Gallant, his sonne must liue in London; where if he want the least superfluity, that his proud heart desireth: (and how can he but want in the infinite pride of that City?) He cōmits all to a hard Steward: who must wrings the last droppe of bloud from the Tenants hearts; before the Land-Lord must want the least cuppe to ⟨p. 33⟩his drunkennes, the least toy to his wardrobe.
If this be not to eat, swallow, devour men, blood and bones, then the fishes in the sea forbear it. Hear this ye oppressors! Be merciful: you will one day be glad of mercy. The yellings of the poor in the Country, are as loud as your roarings in the City. The Cups you drink, are full of those tears, that drop from affamished eyes, though you perceive it not. You laugh, when they lament: you feast, when they fast: you devour them, that do your service. God will one day set these things 1in order before you.
If this be not to eate, swallow, deuoure men, bloud and bones, then the fishes in the sea forbeare it. Heare this ye oppressers! Bee mercifull: you will one day be glad of mercy. The yellings of the poore in the Country, are as loud as your rorings in the City. The Cups you drinke, are full of those teares, that drop from affamished eyes, though you perceiue it not. You laugh, when they lament: you feast, when they fast: you deuoure them, that do your seruice. God will one day set these things