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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.
The Inconstancy: at most we can get but the figure or fashion of this world, and Figura transit, the fashion of it perisheth, Jer. 17.11. The Partridge may sit on eggs, and hatch them: but then (because they are none of her own) the true mother calls them, and they fly away. The worldling is this brood-goose, hatcheth chickens, gathers riches: but when God calls them, they run away from him, and leave him a fool. rThou fool, this night shall they fetch away thy soul from thee, then whose shall these things be? Swallows will not build in houses ready to fall: yet we more unwise, build our nests in this perishing world. Sea-passengers have written, that about the Tenerife there be certain Islands, called the flitting Islands: they are often seen, but when men come near them, they flit away. The world it self is such, a flitting Island: to day thou thinkest it Tuum, thine; tomorrow it shall not find thee Suum, his: thou art quickly gone from that, or that from thee. Solvet amicititas mors ingratissima vestras. O blessed place, where peace hath no change!
The Inconstancie: at most we can get but the figure or fashion of this world, and Figura transit, the fashion of it perisheth, Ier. 17.11. The Partrich may sitte on egges, and hatch them: but then (because they are none of her owne) the true mother calls them, and they flieaway. The worldling is this brood-goose, hatcheth chickens, gathers riches: but when God calls them, they runne away from him, and leave him a foole. rThou foole, this night shall they fetch away thy soule from thee, then whose shall these things be? Swallowes will not build in houses ready to fall: yet we more unwise, build our nests in this perishing world. Sea-passengers have written, that about the Teneriffe there be certaine Ilands, called the flitting Ilands: they are often seene, but when men come neere them, they flitte away. The world it selfe is such, a flitting Iland: to day thou thinkest it Tuum, thine; tomorrow it shall not find thee Suum, his: thou art quickly gone from that, or that from thee. Solvet amicititas mors ingratissima vestras. O blessed place, where peace hath no change!