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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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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.
There is nothing more wretched, then a wretched man recking his own wretchedness. Either they do not feel as blocks, or they will not feel as Stoics. You know a seared conscience is not sensible: and usual whipping makes some careless of the rod; except it be a stroke that shall fetch blood of the soul. Indeed we are all of one mould, but some are more cloddy and hard, others more soft and relenting. The best in their sorrows, may be more then 1Conquerors, not more then men. And let the Stoic brag his tetricall conclusions to the world, that ⟨p. 85⟩no pain can bring sorrow to a Wise man; &c.. Let him (being put into that torturous engine of burning brass, called the cHorse) bite in his anguish; smother his groans, sigh inwardly, and cry to the Spectators, non sentio, I feel not. The wicked may laugh out lighter punishments; and like the surd deaf, and dead rocks of the sea, not regard the waves of easier judgements beating on them; letting fall no tears of repentance for so many blows. But when God sees that thou digestest his Physic as diet, and with a strange kind of indulgency, wilt neither grieve that thou hast offended, nor that thou art offended: God will strike home, and sharpen at once both his blow & thy sense. Now thou shalt feel; even thy seared heart shall bleed. In a word, the wicked may be senseless Stoics, they cannot be insensible stones. There is in all men an impossibility of impassibility.
There is nothing more wretched, then a wretched man recking his owne wretchednesse. Eyther they do not feele as blockes, or they will not feele as Stoickes. You know a seared conscience is not sensible: and vsuall whipping makes some carelesse of the rodde; except it bee a stroke that shall fetch bloud of the soule. Indeed we are all of one mould, but some are more cloddy and hard, others more soft and relenting. The best in their sorrowes, may be more then 1Conquerors, not more then men. And let the Stoicke bragge his tetricall conclusions to the world, that ⟨p. 85⟩no paine can bring sorrow to a Wise man; &c.. Let him (being put into that torturous engine of burning brasse, called the