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Diseases of the soul a discourse divine, moral, and physical. By Tho. AdamsDiseases of the soule a discourse diuine, morall, and physicall. By Tho. Adams
Diseases of the soul a discourse divine, moral, and physical. By Tho. Adams.Diseases of the soule a discourse diuine, morall, and physicall. By Tho. Adams.
London: printed by George Purslowe for John Budge, 1616London: printed by George Purslowe for Iohn Budge, 1616
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Signs and Symptoms.
Signes and Symptomes.
The Symptoms of both the Jaundice and Profaneness need no description: their external appearance discolouring, the one the skin, the other the life, save both Physicians much labour; if it be true, that the knowledge of the disease is half the cure. He hath sold himself to wickedness, for the price of a little vanity, like Ahab; or let a Lease, not to expire without his life. At first sight you would take him for a man; but he will presently make you change that opinion, for Circe's cup hath transformed him. His eyes are the casements, that stand continually open, for the admission of lusts to the unclean rest of his heart. His mouth is the devils trumpet, and sounds nothing but the music of hell. His hand is besmeared with aspersions of blood, lust, rapine, theft; as if all the infernal serpents had disgorged their poisons on it. He loves Satan extremely, and either swims to him in blood, or sails in a vessel of wine. His heaven is a Tavern, whence he never departs, till he hath cast up the reckoning. He is ready to swear, there is no God, though he swears perpetually by him. Religion is his footstool, and Policy his horse, Appetite his huntsman, Pleasure his game, and his dogs are his senses. He endeavours by the continuance of his sports, to make the motion of pleasure circular, and the flame of his delight round, as the Moon at full, and full as bright. The point of his heart is touched with the Load-stone of this world, and he is not quiet but toward the North, the scope of wickedness. He hath bowled his soul at the mark of sensuality, and runs to hell to overtake it. If the devil can maintain him a stock of ⟨p. 57⟩thoughts, let him alone for execution; though to bastard his own children, and water on his fathers grave. To conclude, he is but a specialty of hell antedated and strives to be damned before his time.