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Eirenopolis
Eirenopolis: = the city of peace Surveyed and commended to all Christians. By Tho. Adams.Eirenopolis: = the citie of peace Surueyed and commended to all Christians. By Tho. Adams.
London: printed by Aug. Matthewes for John Grismand, 1622London: printed by Aug. Matthewes for Iohn Grismand, 1622
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.
Now the first shelf that wracks Innocence, is Anger. It were rare if the wrath of man should fulfil the righteousness of God: 1even a curst anger breaks the Peace. It is an evidence whereby God will judge men ⟨p. 38⟩guilty: now there is no malefactor going to the bar for his try all, would willingly have that evidence found about him, that should cast him. Iratus non videt legem, sed Lex videt iratum. The wrathful man takes no notice of the Law, but the Law takes notice of the wrathful man. Let us take heed lest we carry our anger with us unto God. That which offends our eyes, we remove either our sight from it, or it from our sight▪ but that which offends ⟨p. 39⟩our souls, we too often lay next our heart. But, it is the voice of transportive fury, I cannot moderate my anger. Cannot? Wherefore serveth grace, but to mortify such natural, yea rather unnatural passions?
Now the first shelfe that wracks Innocence, is Anger. It were rare if the wrath of man should fulfill the righteòusnesse of God: 1euen a curst anger breakes the Peace. It is an euidence whereby God will iudge men ⟨p. 38⟩guilty: now there is no malefactor going to the barre for his try all, would willingly haue that euidence found about him, that should cast him. Iratus non videt legem, sed Lex videt iratum. The wrathfull man takes no notice of the Law, but the Lawe takes notice of the wrathfull man. Let vs take heede lest wee carry our anger with vs vnto God. That which offends our eyes, we remoue either our sight from it, or it from our sight▪ but that which offends ⟨p. 39⟩our soules, we too often lay next our heart. But, it is the voice of transportiue fury, I cannot moderate my anger. Cannot? Wherfore serueth grace, but to mortifie such natural, yea rather vnnatural passions?