A01956:1944
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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3. There is the Dipsas, the Drunkard. This Serpent lives altogether in moorish places: the serpent in the fens, the man at the alehouse. Ovid writes of an old drunken woman. Est quaedam nomine Dipsas anus. Ex re nomen habet. Her name did agree with her nature. It is ever dry saith Lucan. Medijs siti•bant Dipsades undis. If this Serpent wound a man, it turns all his blood into poison. So the Drunkard turns his blood to water, his bread to drink, his reason to poison, ⟨p. 322⟩his very soul to froth.
3. There is the Dipsas, the Drunkard. This Serpent liues altogether in moorish places: the serpent in the fennes, the man at the alehouse. Ovid writes of an old drunken woman. Est quaedam nomine Dipsas anus. Ex re nomen habet. Her name did agree with her nature. It is euer dry sayth Lucan. Medijs siti•bant Dipsades vndis. If this Serpent wound a man, it turnes all his bloud into poyson. So the Drunkard turnes his bloud to water, his bread to drinke, his reason to poyson, ⟨p. 322⟩his very soule to froth.
4. There is the Crocodile, the Hypocrite. He will sob, and sigh, and weep, to get a man into his clutches. If his hypocrisy can get him into a good house, he will devour the Patron that breeds him, the maintainer that feeds him: he undoes the family where he once sets a foot into their doors, or puts a finger into their purses. Pliny saith, the Crocodile is so delighted with the Sun-shine, that it lies on the earth immovable, as if it were stark dead. Let the Hypocrite be franked up with prosperity, and he sleeps as securely, as if earth had lost all winds, and heaven the thunder. His pampered body grows so fat, that his soul lies soft in it, at great ease, and is loath to rise.