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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.
1 Thy beginning; remember the rock from whence thou wert hewen. tFrom following the ewes great with young, he brought him to feed Jacob his people: David was not ashamed of his beginning. Say thou art borne noble; yet art thou not made de meliore luto, of any finer clay or metal than the meanest. We have all one common mother: and the proudest dust once dead, shall putrefy and stink for all his perfumes so soon as the poorest. Though all have not vestem communem, yet all have Cutem communem.
1 Thy beginning; remember the rocke from whence thou wert hewen. tFrom following the ewes great with young, he brought him to feed Iacob his people: David was not ashamed of his beginning. Say thou art borne noble; yet art thou not made de meliore luto, of any finer clay or mettall than the meanest. We have all one common mother: and the proudest dust once dead, shall putrifie and stinke for all his perfumes so soone as the poorest. Though all have not vestem communem, yet all have Cutem communem.
2 Thy progress: what can thy brave rags better thee? a golden bridle makes not the better horse. If thy coat be made of wool, the sheep wore it before thee: if of silk, the silly worm may pull down thy pride. The bowels of worms hath clothed thee, and thou shalt feed the bowels of worms. Because thou flourishest with the flags of vanity; thou thinkest it is thy self, like the fly on the coach wheel, that makes so glorious a dust: so let Heliogabalus boast of his silken halters.
2 Thy progresse: what can thy brave rags better thee? a golden bridle makes not the better horse. If thy coate be made of wooll, the sheepe wore it before thee: if of silke, the silly worme may pull downe thy pride. The bowells of wormes hath clothed thee, and thou shalt feed the bowells of wormes. Because thou flourishest with the flags of vanity; thou thinkest it is thy selfe, like the flie on the coach wheele, that makes so glorious a dust: so let Heliogabalus boast of his silken halters.