A commentary or, exposition upon the divine second epistle general, writtenA commentary or, exposition vpon the diuine second epistle generall, written

This Lust is a sin hardly subdued: old Lot, whom all the fire that consumed Sodom could not touch, yet uritur igne suo; he was inflamed with his own heat. Ambrose saith of Sampson; Strangulavit Leonem, non suffocavit libidinem: He ⟨p. 88⟩could choke a Lion, not his lust. Another of Hercules; Lenam non potuit, potuit superare Leaenam; Quem sera non valuit vincere, vicit Hera; He found the Lioness weaker than the Bawd, and no beast so savage as his Whore. Lust is an hellish fire, whose fuel is fullness of bread and idleness, evil words the sparks, infamy the smoke, pollution the ashes, the end hell. For this sin GOD rained fire and brimstone upon Sodom; Gehennam misit è coelo, He sent down Hell out of Heaven, Salvian. The delight is short, a minute determines it; the torment is everlasting, no worlds of ages shall end it. Plutarch writes of Lysimachus, who being besieged, himself and all his people ready to perish by thirst, gave up the keys of his City to the enemy for one cup of cold water; when he had tasted this cold comfort, he cried out, O that far so short a pleasure, of a King, I should be made a slave! So Brevis est voluptas fornicationis, perpetua est poena fornicatoris, Hieron. The pleasure of adultery is short, the punishment of the adulterer is everlasting. Consider this lust in the body, as a pot boiling on the fire: it may be two ways cooled.

This Lust is a sinne hardly subdued: old Lot, whom all the fire that consumed Sodome could not touch, yet uritur igne suo; he was enflamed with his owne heat. Ambrose saith of Sampson; Strangulavit Leonem, non suffocavit libidinem: Hee ⟨p. 88⟩could choake a Lion, not his lust. Another of Hercules; Lenam non potuit, potuit superare Leaenam; Quem sera non valuit vincere, vicit Hera; Hee found the Lionesse weaker than the Bawd, and no beast so savage as his Whore. Lust is an hellish fire, whose fewell is fulnesse of bread and idlenesse, evill words the sparkes, infamie the smoake, pollution the ashes, the end hell. For this sinne GOD rained fire and brimstone upon Sodome; Gehennam misit è coelo, Hee sent downe Hell out of Heaven, Salvian. The delight is short, a minute determines it; the torment is everlasting, no worlds of ages shall end it. Plutarch writes of Lysimachus, who being besieged, himselfe and all his people readie to perish by thirst, gave up the keyes of his Citie to the enemie for one cuppe of cold water; when he had tasted this cold comfort, he cryed out, O that far so short a pleasure, of a King, I should be made a slave! So Brevis est voluptas fornicationis, perpetua est poena fornicatoris, Hieron. The pleasure of adultery is short, the punishment of the adulterer is everlasting. Consider this lust in the bodie, as a pot boyling on the fire: it may be two wayes cooled.