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Englands sickness, comparatively conferred with Israels Divided into two sermons, by ThoEnglands sicknes, comparatively conferred with Israels Diuided into two sermons, by Tho
Englands sickness, comparatively conferred with Israels Divided into two sermons, by Tho: Adams.Englands sicknes, comparatively conferred with Israels Diuided into two sermons, by Tho: Adams.
London: printed by E for John Budge, 1615London: printed by E for Iohn Budge, 1615
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3 Both these have lost the prize, let us see if Honour can win it, Alassed what is it to sit groaning in a Chair of State? or to lie panting on a bed of down? It is little content to have many knees bow to thee, whiles thine bow to sickness, to have many uncovered heads attend thee, and thine own (though covered) find no ease. How ⟨p. 80⟩wouldest thou be glad to change places with thy meanest servant, on condition thou mightest change bodies with him. How much of thine honour wouldest thou lay out, for a little of his health? He that lives in the height of honour and wealth, repines at nothing more, then to see the hungry labourer feed on a crust, whiles his own nice and queasy stomach (still weary of his last meal) puts him into a study, whether he should eat of his best dish or nothing.
3 Both these haue lost the prize, let vs see if Honour can winne it, Alassed what is it to sit groaning in a Chaire of State? or to lie panting on a bed of downe? It is little content to haue many knees bow to thee, whiles thine bow to sickenesse, to haue many vncouered heades attend thee, and thine owne (though couered) find no ease. How ⟨p. 80⟩wouldest thou bee glad to change places with thy meanest seruant, on condition thou mightest change bodies with him. How much of thine honour wouldest thou lay out, for a little of his health? He that liues in the height of honour and wealth, repines at nothing more, then to see the hungry labourer feede on a crust, whiles his own nice and queasie stomacke (still weary of his last meale) puts him into a study, whether hee should eate of his best dish or nothing.
How poor, how weak, how nothing besides, a name is honour, when sickness hath dismounted it? when the Coach is turned to a litter, the feather to a kerchief, public and popular magnificence, to the close limits of a Chamber, whether sickness (like a great commander) hath confined him, the imperious tongue fainting and failing in the wonted tunes, of go, come, do, &c. as the