A divine herbal together with a forrest of thorns In five sermons. ... By…A divine herball together with a forrest of thornes In five sermons. ... By…

1 That we labour our hearts betimes to a sensibleness of these thorns. A Thorn swallowed into the flesh, if it be not looked to, rankles. Sin without repentance, will fester in the soul; and is so much more perilous, as it is less felt. Oh the number of thorns that lie in many conscience, who complain no more, then if they ailed nothing. ⟨p. 144⟩The prick of a thorn is not so painful at first, while the blood is hot, as after a cold pause. Every man hath his complaints; & who liveth out of the reach of discontent? You shall hear tradesmen complaining of few or false customers. Labourers, of little work, and less wages. Beggars complain the want of Charity: and rich men the want of money. Merchants of rocks and Pirates: Lawyers of short fees; and Clients of long suits. But no man complains of the thorns in his own bosom. He nourisheth briers there that wound him: and the heart is as dedolent,¹ as if it were past feeling. But where there is no discovery of the disease, the recovery of the health is in vain hoped for.

1 That we labour our hearts betimes to a sensiblenesse of these thornes. A Thorne swallowed into the flesh, if it be not look'd to, rankles. Sinne without repentance, will fester in the soule; and is so much more perilous, as it is lesse felt. Oh the number of thornes that lie in many conscience, who complaine no more, then if they ayld nothing. ⟨p. 144⟩The pricke of a thorne is not so painefull at first, while the bloud is hote, as after a cold pause. Euerie man hath his complaints; & who liueth out of the reach of discontent? You shall heare tradesmen complaining of few or false customers. Labourers, of little worke, and lesse wages. Beggars complaine the want of Charity: and rich men the want of money. Merchants of rockes and Pyrats: Lawyers of short fees; and Clyents of long suits. But no man complaines of the thornes in his owne bosome. He nourisheth bryers there that wound him: and the heart is as dedolent,¹ as if it were past feeling. But where there is no discouerie of the disease, the recouery of the health is in vaine hoped for.