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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.
But can colour satisfy? Is mans imaginative power so dull and thick, as to be thus pleased? Shall a man toil to dig a pit, and laboriously draw up the water; and then must he sit by, and not drink? or drink, and not have his thirst quenched? Yes. Thus do we long after earthly things, which obtained give us no full content: thus disregard spiritual and heavenly; whereof but once rafting, we go away highly satisfied. Say then with Bernard.
But can colour satisfie? Is mans imaginatiue power so dull and thicke, as to be thus pleased? Shall a man toyle to dig a pit, and laboriously draw vp the water; and then must he sitte by, and not drink? or drinke, and not haue his thirst quenched? Yes. Thus do we long after earthly things, which obtained giue vs no full content: thus disregard spirituall and heauenly; whereof but once rafting, we go away highly satisfied. Say then with Bernard.
Oh bone Jesus, fons indeficiens, Humana corda reficiens: Ad te curro, te solum sitiens: Tu mihi salus sufficiens.
Oh bone Iesu, fons indeficiens, Humana corda reficiens: Ad te curro, te solum sitiens: Tu mihi salus sufficiens.
Oh Jesus, fountain ever flowing, Thy graces on mans soul bestowing: To thee I run with thirsty heart, And none shall want, though I have part.
Oh Iesus, fountaine euer flowing, Thy graces on mans soule bestowing: To thee I runne with thirsty heart, And none shall want, though I haue part.