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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
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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.
The Ambitious is a deep-drinker: O he hath a dry thirst upon him. He loves the wine of promotion extremely. Put a whole monopoly into the cup, and he will carouse it off. There is a time when other drunkards give over for asleeping-while: this drinker hath never enough.
The Ambitious is a deepe-drinker: O hee hath a dry thirst vpon him. He loues the wine of promotion extremely. Put a whole monopoly into the cup, and he will carouse it off. There is a time when other drunkards giue ouer for asleeping-while: this drinker hath neuer enough.
Your grim Usurer is a monstrous drinker: you shall seldom see him drunk at's own cost: yet he hath vowed, not to be sober till his Doomsday. ⟨p. 27⟩His brains, and his gown are lined with fox; he is ever afoxing. It may be some infernal spirit hath put love-powder in his drink; for he dotes upon the devil extremely. Let him take heed; he shall one day drink his own obligations and they will choke him.
Your grimme Vsurer is a monstrous drinker: you shall seldome see him drunke at's owne cost: yet he hath vow'd, not to be sober til his Doomesdaye. ⟨p. 27⟩His braines, and his gowne are lin'd with foxe; hee is euer afoxing. It may be some infernall spirit hath put loue-pouder in his drinke; for hee dotes vpon the deuill extremely. Let him take heed; hee shall one day drinke his owne obligations and they wil choke him.
The Rob-altar is a huge drinker. He loves, like Belshazzar, to drink only in the goblets of the Temple. Woe unto him, he carouses the wine he never sweat for, and keeps the poor Minister thirsty. The tenth sheaf is his diet: the tenth fleece (O 'tis a golden fleece he thinks) is his drink: but the wool shall choke him. Some drink down whole Churches and steeples; but the bells shall ring in their bellies.