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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.
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. 1That if the world, like aged and wrinkled Helen, should contemplate her own face in a glass; she would wonder, that for her beauties sake Troy should be sacked and burned: mans soul endangered to eternal fire.
The truth is: mans corporall eye sees nothing but colour. It is the sole indefinite obiect of our sight, whither soeuer we direct it. We see but the lay-part of things with these opticke organs. It is the vnderstanding, the soules interiour eye, that conceiues and perceiues the latent vertues. 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 splendor of things is decayed. 1That if the world, like aged and wrinckled Helen, should contemplate her own face in a glasse; she would wonder, that for her beauties sake Troy should be sack'd and burn'd: mans soule endanger'd to eternall fire.
Oh how is the splendour and glory of the world bated & impaired since the original creation! The sky looks dusky: the Sun puts forth a drowsy head: as if he were no longer, as David once described him, like a Bride-groom coming out of his chamber, or a strong man rejoicing to run his race. The 1