A01956:1899
The happiness of the church, or, A description of those spiritual prerogatives wherewith Christ…The happines of the church, or, A description of those spirituall prerogatiues vvherewith Christ…
The happiness of the church, or, A description of those spiritual prerogatives wherewith Christ hath endowed her considered in some contemplations upon part of the 12. chapter of the Hebrews : together with certain other meditations and discourses upon other portions of Holy Scriptures, the titles whereof immediately precede the book : being the sum of diverse sermons preached in S. Gregory's London / by Thomas Adams ...The happines of the church, or, A description of those spirituall prerogatiues vvherewith Christ hath endowed her considered in some contemplations vpon part of the 12. chapter of the Hebrewes : together with certain other meditations and discourses vpon other portions of Holy Scriptures, the titles wherof immediately precede the booke : being the summe of diuerse sermons preached in S. Gregories London / by Thomas Adams ...
London: printed by G.P. for John Grismand, 1619London: printed by G.P. for Iohn Grismand, 1619
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Poison.
Poyson.
There is such a thing as Poison; but where to be found; Ubi cumque fuerit, in homine quis quareret? Wheresoever it is, in Man who would look for it? GOD made mans body of the dust; he mingled no Poison with it. He inspireth his soul from heaven, he breaths no Poison with it. He feeds him with bread, he conveys no poison with it. Unde venenum? Whence is this Poison? aDidst not thou O Lord, sow good seed in thy field? Unde Zizaniae? From whence then hath it tares? Whence? Hoc fecit inimicus; the Enemy hath done this. We may perceive the Devil in it. That great Serpent, the red Dragon, hath poured into wicked hearts this Poison.
There is such a thing as Poyson; but where to bee found; Vbi cumque fuerit, in homine quis quareret? Wheresoeuer it is, in Man who would looke for it? GOD made mans bodie of the dust; he mingled no Poyson with it. He inspireth his soule from heauen, he breaths no Poyson with it. He feeds him with bread, he convayes no poyson with it. Vnde venenum? Whence is this Poyson? aDidst not thou O Lord, sow good seed in thy field? Vnde Zizaniae? From whence then hath it tares? Whence? Hoc fecit inimicus; the Enemie hath done this. We may perceiue the Deuill in it. That great Serpent, the red Dragon, hath powred into wicked hearts this Poyson.