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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.
There is beauty in a woman, Gods admirable workmanship, rich colours upon a piece of clay. By some wanton look, lascivious speech, or light behaviour, the devil suggests the seeds of unchastity. Lust conceives desire, she travels with expectance of opportunity, grows big with immodesty, at last, brings forth adultery.
There is beauty in a woman, Gods admirable workemanship, rich colours upon a peece of clay. By some wanton looke, lascivious speech, or light behaviour, the devill suggests the seeds of unchastitie. Lust conceives desire, shee travells with expectance of opportunitie, growes bigge with immodestie, at last, brings forth adulterie.
In another, the devil suggests the seed of Pride; Lust conceives it by thinking on honour, she travels in the imagination of high places: how great things she might do, how bravely quit her enemies, if preferred to some dignity: he grows big with an office, and at last brings forth scorn and tyranny: now still she runs upon Pompey's motto. Semper ego cupio praecellere, & esse supremus.
In another, the devill suggests the seed of Pride; Lust conceives it by thinking on honour, she travells in the imagination of high places: how great things shee might doe, how bravely quit her enemies, if preferred to some dignitie: he growes bigge with an office, and at last brings forth scorne and tyrannie: now still she runs upon Pompey's motto. Semper ego cupio praecellere, & esse supremus.
Satan suggests the seed of discontent: Lust conceives a child, like Ice, it begets the mother again. Wine begets lust, and lust begets a desire of wine. Bacchus and Venus are near neighbours; only voluptuousness hath a house between them.