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Mystical bedlam, or the world of mad-men. By ThoMystical bedlam, or the vvorld of mad-men. By Tho
Mystical bedlam, or the world of mad-men. By Tho: AdamsMystical bedlam, or the vvorld of mad-men. By Tho: Adams
London: printed by George Purslowe for Clement Knight, 1615
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.
I answer, Adam is considered as the root of mankind: that corrupt mass, whence can be deduced no pure thing. Can we be borne Morians without their black skins? It is possible to have an Amorite to our father, and an Hittite to our mother, without participation ⟨p. 7⟩of their corrupted natures? If a man slip a syense from a hawthorn, he will not look to gather from it grapes. There is not then a son of man in the cluster of mankind, but (eodem modo & nodo, vinctus & victus) it is liable to that common and equal law of death. Unde superbis homo, natus, satus, ortus ab hum•? Proud man forgets, Earth was his native womb; Whence he was borne: and dead; the Earth's his Tombe. Morieris, non quia aegrot as, sed quia vivis: sayth the Philosopher: Thou shalt die, oh son of man, not because thou art sick,1 but because the son of man. Cuinasci contigit, mori restat: Who happened to come into the world, must upon necessity go out of the world.
I answere, Adam is considered as the roote of mankind: that corrupt masse, whence can bee deduced no pure thing. Can we bee borne Morians without their blacke skins? It is possible to haue an Amorite to our father, and an Hittite to our mother, without participation ⟨p. 7⟩of their corrupted natures? If a man slippe a syense from a hawth orne, hee will not looke to gather from it grapes. There is not then a sonne of man in the cluster of mankind, but (eodem modo & nodo, vinctus & victus) it is lyable to that common and equall law of death. Vnde superbis homo, natus, satus, ortus ab hum•? Proud man forgets, Earth was his natiue wombe; Whence he was borne: and dead; the Earth's his Tombe. Morieris, non quia aegrot as, sed quia viuis: sayth the Philosopher: Thou shalt die, oh sonne of man, not because thou art sicke,1 but because the sonne of man. Cuinasci contigit, mori restat: Who hapned to come into the world, must vpon necessity goe out of the world.
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