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A divine herbal together with a forrest of thorns In five sermons. ... By Tho. Adams.A divine herball together with a forrest of thornes In five sermons. ... By Tho. Adams.
London: printed by George Purslowe for John Budge, 1616London: printed by George Purslowe for Iohn Budge, 1616
Title page typeset from the transcription.
THE GARDEN OR A Contemplation of the Herbs.THE GARDEN OR A Contemplation of the Herbes.
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.
3. That they be fit to adorn. Herbs and flowers have not only their use in pleasing the nostrils, and the palate, but the eye also. They give delight to all those three senses. Good works are the beauty of a house, and a better sight then fresh herbs strewed in the windows. The Chamber, where Christ would eat his Passover, was trimmed: and the Palace of our Princely Solomon is paved With Love of the daughters of Jerusalem.1
3. That they be fitte to adorne. Herbes and flowers haue not only their vse in pleasing the nostrills, and the palate, but the eye also. They giue delight to all those three senses. Good workes are the beauty of a house, and a better sight then fresh herbes strew'd in the windores. The Chamber, where Christ would eate his Passouer, was trimmed: and the Palace of our Princely Salomon is paued With Loue of the daughters of Ierusalem.1
There is no ornature in the World like good deeds: no hanging of Tapestry, or Arras, comes near it. A stately building where an Idolater dwells, is but a gaudy coat to a Sodom-apple. When you see an Oppressor raising a great house from the ruins of many less; depopulating a Country to make up one Family; building his Parlours with extortion, and cementing ⟨p. 67⟩his walls with the mortar of blood: you say, there is a foul Minotaur in a fair Labyrinth. Be a man dead, it is a foolish hope to rear immortality with a few senseless stones. Perhaps the Passenger will be hereby occasioned, to comment upon his bad life; and to discourse to his company the long enumeration of such a mans vices. So a perpetual succession of infamy answers his gay sepulchre: and it had bin better for him, to have been utterly inglorious, then inexcusably infamous. The best report, that can be drawn from him, is but this. Here lies a fair Tomb, and a foul carcass in it.