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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
Title page typeset from the transcription.
THE Spiritual Navigator BOUND For the Holy Land.THE Spirituall Nauigator BOVND For the Holy Land.
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.
All the beauty of Glass consists in the Colour: and what in the world, that is of the world, is commendable, praeter Colorem, besides the Colour? A Cottage would serve to sleep in, as well as a sumptuous Palace, but for the colour. Russets be as warm as silks, but for the glistering Colour. The Egyptian bondwoman give as much content, as Queen Vashti, but for the colour. The beauty of the fairest woman is but skin-deep: which if nature denies, art helps them to lay on colours. And when they are most artificially complexioned, they are but walking and speaking pictures. It is the colour of ⟨p. 40⟩gold, that bewitcheth the avarous: the colours of lewels, that make the Ladies proud. If you say, these are precious and comfortable in themselves: then feed on them; and try, if those metals can (without meat) keep your life and soul together.
All the beauty of Glasse consists in the Colour: and what in the world, that is of the world, is commendable, praeter Colorem, besides the Colour? A Cottage would serue to sleepe in, as well as a sumptuous Pallace, but for the colour. Russets bee as warme as silkes, but for the glistering Colour. The Egyptian bondwoman giue as much content, as Queene Vashti, but for the colour. The beauty of the fairest woman is but skin-deep: which if nature denies, arte helpes them to lay on colours. And when they are most artificially complexion'd, they are but walking and speaking pictures. It is the colour of ⟨p. 40⟩gold, that bewitcheth the auarous: the colours of lewels, that make the Ladies proud. If you say, these are precious and comfortable in themselues: then feed on them; and try, if those mettals can (without meate) keepe your life and soule together.
The truth is: mans corporal eye sees nothing but colour. It is the sole indefinite object of our sight, whither soever we direct it. We see but the lay-part of things with these optic organs. It is the understanding, the souls interior eye, that conceives and perceives the latent virtues. All that we outwardly behold, is but the fashion of the world: and S. Paul saith, The fashion of the world perisheth. The colour fades, and the splendour of things is decayed.