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A commentary or, exposition upon the divine second epistle general, writtenA commentary or, exposition vpon the diuine second epistle generall, written
A commentary or, exposition upon the divine second epistle general, written by the blessed apostle St. Peter. By Thomas AdamsA commentary or, exposition vpon the diuine second epistle generall, written by the blessed apostle St. Peter. By Thomas Adams
London: printed by Richard Badger and Felix Kyngston for Jacob Bloome, 1633London: printed by Richard Badger and Felix Kyngston for Iacob Bloome, 1633
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.
4 That it should pass with credit through the whole world, and find approbation of all languages, nations, and places. And where it meets with oppositions, ⟨p. 362⟩should make way through them, as thunder through the clouds.
4 That it should passe with credite thorow the whole world, and finde approbation of all languages, nations, and places. And where it meets with oppositions, ⟨p. 362⟩should make way thorow them, as thunder thorow the clouds.
5 That the Hebrew tongue, wherein the Old Testament was written, doth so excel all tongues, in Antiquity, Sanctity, Majesty. Gravitas in sensu, modestas in dictis, Ambros. He knew her, or went in to her, or slept with her. Such is the gracious modesty of the sacred Scriptures.
5 That the Hebrew tongue, wherein the Old Testament was written, doth so excell all tongues, in Antiquitie, Sanctitie, Majestie. Gravitas in sensu, modestas in dictis, Ambros. He knew her, or went in to her, or slept with her. Such is the gracious modesty of the sacred Scriptures.
6 The majesty of the style, which yet is not only powerful in words, but effectual in working: renting the heart, Piercing even to the dividing asunder of the soul and spirit, of the joints and marrow, Heb. 4.12. When I read them, me thinks they are not verba, words; sed tonitrua, but thunders, Hieron. Other Authors, sweet like Mer-maids, had enchanted my Intellect; Blandiebatur virgilius, &c. But Dulcius mihi nunc immurmurat Filius Jesse; Now the Son of Jesse is more pleasant than all, Bern. We have heard the writings of Poets ancient and new so commended, as if Wisdom it self had lived and died with them. And it may be, this is the sin of our Samaria, to commit idolatry with such books. The Turkish History, Herodotus lies, Poetical fictions, scurrilous pamphlets, have thrust the Bible out of our windows. As Angelus Politianus preferred Pindarus his Odes, before Davids Psalms. But Hierome otherwise to Paulinus; They may talk of Simonides, Pindarus, Flaccus, and the rest: Horum instar omnium David Psalmist a nobis; One David, that sweet singer of Israel, is to us more worth than all those.