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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.
Such is heaven, which alas mans parvitie is as far from comprehending, as his arms be from compassing. Heaven shall receive us, we cannot conceive heaven. Quid mors est rogitas? si scirem, mortuus essem. Do you ask what death is, fact one: if I could show you, I were first dead. Do you ask what heaven is, when I meet you there I will tell you. Could this ear hear it, or this tongue utter it, or this heart conceive it; it must needs follow, that they were translated already thither. Howsoever what hath been spoken may remonstrate this; how great an infelicity the privation of heaven is. One spake truly; that the tears of hell are not sufficient to bewail the loss of heaven. This fully appears by that judicatory sentence, Mat. 25.41. When the wicked shall haply reply; though we may not ascend with thee unto glory, yet let us have thy presence on earth: let us be any where so thou, O Christ, be with us. No, Depart from me; from peace, from joy, from comfort, from my presence, from my salvation, from my glory, for ever. O wretchedness, that disdains all comparison; if there were no hell, this were enough to wring out everlasting tears.
Such is heaven, which alas mans parvitie is as farre from comprehending, as his armes be from compassing. Heaven shall receive us, we cannot conceive heaven. Quid mors est rogitas? si scirem, mortuus essem. Doe you aske what death is, fact one: if I could shew you, I were first dead. Doe you aske what heaven is, when I meet you there I will tell you. Could this eare heare it, or this tongue utter it, or this heart conceive it; it must needs follow, that they were translated already thither. Howsoever what hath beene spoken may remonstrate this; how great an infelicity the privation of heaven is. One spake truly; that the teares of hell are not sufficient to bewaile the losse of heaven. This fully appeares by that judicatory sentence, Mat. 25.41. When the wicked shall haply reply; though we may not ascend with thee unto glory, yet let us have thy presence on earth: let us be any where so thou, O Christ, be with us. No, Depart from mee; from peace, from joy, from comfort, from my presence, from my salvation, from my glory, for ever. O wretchednesse, that disdaines all comparison; if there were no hell, this were enough to wring out everlasting teares.