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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.
This describes Man in a degree further, then nature left him, if I may so speak: for we were borne evil, but have made our selves full of evil. There is time required to this perfecting of sin, and making up the reprobates damnation. Judgement stays for thea Amorites, till their wickedness becomes full: and the Jews are forborne, till they haveb fulfilled the measure of their ⟨p. 25⟩fathers. Sin loved, delighted, accustomed, habituated, voluntarily, violently perpetrated, brings this impletion. Indeed, man quickly fills this vessel of his own accord: let him alone, and he needs no help to bring himself to hell. Whiles Gods preventing grace doth not fore-stall, nor his calling grace convert, man runs on to destruction, as the fool laughing to the stocks. He sees evil, he likes it, he dares it, he does it, he lives in it; and his heart, like an hydropic stomach, is not quiet till it be full.
This describes Man in a degree further, then nature left him, if I may so speake: for wee were borne euill, but haue made our selues full of euill. There is time required to this perfecting of sinne, and making vp the reprobates damnation. Iudgement stayes for thea Amorites, till their wickednesse becomes full: and the Iewes are forborne, till they haueb fulfilled the measure of their ⟨p. 25⟩fathers. Sinne loued, delighted, accustomed, habituated, voluntarily, violently perpetrated, brings this impletion. Indeed, man quickly fils this vessell of his owne accord: let him alone, and he needs no helpe to bring himselfe to hell. Whiles Gods preuenting grace dooth not fore-stall, nor his calling grace conuert, man runs on to destruction, as the foole laughing to the stockes. He sees euill, hee likes it, he dares it, he does it, hee liues in it; and his heart, like an hydropicke stomacke, is not quiet till it bee full.