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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.
But in this point, in vain I spend my breath, to tell you that I and you all shall lose our breath: you know it. Tell the Oppressor, Thou shalt die; he answers, I know it. Dost thou know it? and wilt still live like a Christian Jew, extorting from thy brother? How shall Christ, (whom thou supposest thy brother) give thee Spem tuam; thy Hope; when thou takest away from him Rem suam, his Substance? Tell the worldling, Thou shalt die; he says, I know it. Dost thou know that thou must leave the world, and yet dost cleave to the world? Dost thou know, thou must lose the possession of earth, and wilt thou not assure to thy soul the fruition of heaven? The Drunkard says, he knows he must die, he can sing you songs to that purpose. Doth he know it, and yet keep his body so perpetually drunk, that his soul hath no time soberly to bethink it self? Is the gate of heaven so broad and wide, that he can reel into it? Drunkenness is no way to blessedness; as the Poet wittily epitaphed upon a dead drunkard: who lived in the love of wine, and died in the strength of it: If by the pot, to heaven he got, This I dare boldly say; He was the last which that way past, And first which found that way. Tell the Contentious, Thou shalt die; he answers, I know it. And yet wilt thou reserve, Bellum cum proximo, pacem cum Diabolo; War with thy neighbour, peace with the Devil? Shall a turbulent spirit ever enter that City of Peace? Tell the Deceiver, Thou shalt die, with all thy frauds; I know it. Dost thou know it? Why then is thy tongue Satan's anvil, whereon he sits forging his lies? Why dost thou swear away thy salvation before thou hast it? Tell the Adulterer; Thou shalt die; I know it. Why then wilt thou be one flesh with an Harlot, which must both rot under the clods; and not rather one spirit with Christ, who reigneth above the clouds? Do we know, we must die, and yet run such lewd courses? We know that we must die; let us so live in faithful obedience, that we way know we shall live for evermore with JESUS CHRIST.
But in this point, in vaine I spend my breath, to tell you that I and you all shall lose our breath: you know it. Tell the Oppressour, Thou shalt die; hee answers, I know it. Dost thou know it? and wilt still live like a Christian Iew, extorting from thy brother? How shall Christ, (whom thou supposest thy brother) give thee Spem tuam; thy Hope; when thou takest away from him Rem suam, his Substance? Tell the worldling, Thou shalt die; hee sayes, I know it. Dost thou know that thou must leave the world, and yet dost cleave to the world? Dost thou know, thou must lose the possession of earth, and wilt thou not assure to thy soule the fruition of heaven? The Drunkard sayes, he knowes he must die, he can sing you songs to that purpose. Doth he know it, and yet keepe his bodie so perpetually drunke, that his soule hath no time soberly to bethinke it selfe? Is the gate of heaven so broad and wide, that he can reele into it? Drunkennesse is no way to blessednesse; as the Poet wittily epitaph'd upon a dead drunkard: who lived in the love of wine, and died in the strength of it: If by the pot, to heaven he got, This I dare boldly say; He was the last which that way past, And first which found that way. Tell the Contentious, Thou shalt die; he answers, I know it. And yet wilt thou reserve, Bellum cum proximo, pacem cum Diabolo; Warre with thy neighbour, peace with the Devill? Shall a turbulent spirit ever enter that Citie of Peace? Tell the Deceiver, Thou shalt die, with all thy frauds; I know it. Dost thou know it? Why then is thy tongue Satans anvile, whereon he sits forging his lyes? Why dost thou sweare away thy salvation before thou hast it? Tell the Adulterer; Thou shalt die; I know it. Why then wilt thou be one flesh with an Harlot, which must both rot under the clods; and not rather one spirit with Christ, who reigneth above the clouds? Do we know, we must die, and yet run such lewd courses? We know that we must die; let us so live in faithfull obedience, that we way know we shall live for evermore with ISESUS CHRIST.