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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 World is lame, 1and every member, as it were out of joint. It caught a fall in the Cradle, as Mephibosheth by falling from his Nurse; and the older it waxeth, the more maimedly it halteth. Sin entered presently ⟨p. 50⟩after the worlds birth, and gave it a mortal wound. It hath laboured ever since of an incurable consumption; The noblest part of it, Man, first felt the smart, and in his curse both beasts and plants received theirs. It fell sick early in the morning; and hath now languished in a lingering lethargy, till the evening of dissolution is at hand.
The World is lame, 1and euery member, as it were out of ioynt. It caught a fall in the Cradle, as Mephibosheth by falling from his Nurse; and the older it waxeth, the more maimedly it halteth. Sinne entred presently ⟨p. 50⟩after the worlds birth, and gaue it a mortall wound. It hath labour'd euer since of an incurable consump tion; The noblest part of it, Man, first felt the smart, and in his curse both beasts and plants receiued theirs. It fell sicke early in the morning; and hath now languished in a lingring lethargy, till the euening of dissolution is at hand.
- 1Georg. 1.
Now, since the world is a Sea, and so brittle, a Sea of glass, let us seek to pass over well, but especially to land well. A Ship under sail is a good sight: but it is better to see her well moored in the haven. Be desirous of good life, not of long life: the shortest cut to our haven is the happiest voyage. Who would be long on the Sea? If a storm or wrack do come, let us save the best good: whatsoever becomes of the vessel, thy body; make sure to save the Passenger, thy soul, in the day of the Lord Jesus. I have now done with the Sea; and for this point, here cast anchor.