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The sacrifice of thankfulness A sermon preached at Pauls Cross, the third of December,…The sacrifice of thankefulnesse A sermon preached at Pauls Crosse, the third of December,…
The sacrifice of thankfulness A sermon preached at Pauls Cross, the third of December, being the first Aduentuall Sunday, anno 1615. By Tho. Adams. Whereunto are annexed five other of his sermons preached in London, and else-where; never before printed. ...The sacrifice of thankefulnesse A sermon preached at Pauls Crosse, the third of December, being the first Aduentuall Sunday, anno 1615. By Tho. Adams. Whereunto are annexed fiue other of his sermons preached in London, and else-where; neuer before printed. ...
London: printed by Thomas Purfoot for Clement Knight, 1616
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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.
Aurum omnes, pulsaiam pietate, colunt,
O this damned sin of Covetousness; how many it keeps from the Grace of God, and the Gates of Heaven? Men think they can never have Gold enough. They write of the Toad, that she eats of nothing but the Earth; and thereof no more, then she can hold in her foot at once: and the reason they give is, that she fears the Earth would be wasted, and none left. A fit emblem of the Covetous, who fear to take their Portion of the things God hath given them under the Sun, least they should want: when the unravelling the bottom of their Patrimony, would last to ten frugal ⟨p. 102⟩Generations.
O this damn'd sinne of Couetousnesse; how many it keepes from the Grace of God, and the Gates of Heauen? Men thinke they can neuer haue Gold enough. They write of the Toad, that shee eates of nothing but the Earth; and thereof no more, then shee can hold in her foote at once: and the reason they giue is, that shee feares the Earth would be wasted, and none left. A fitte embleme of the Couetous, who feare to take their Portion of the thinges God hath giuen them vnder the Sunne, least they should want: when the vnrauelling the bottome of their Patrimonie, would last to ten frugall ⟨p. 102⟩Generations.
How this Sickness grovels a man! how it stoops him into Earth, into Hell! This Disease lies in mens Bones. I have read of a Beggar, that passed by a company of Rich men, and earnestly besought their Alms, complaining that he had a secret Disease lying in his Bones, that he could not earn his living: They in charity gave him somewhat, and let him go. One among the rest following him, would needs know of him, what that secret Disease should be, seeing that outwardly he seemed to ail nothing. Quoth the Beggar, you cannot see it, for it lies in my Bones; and some call it Idleness. You see many a Rich man, whose cup of Wealth runs over: you wonder to see him so miserable, both to himself and others. Why, there is a Disease that lies in his Bones; that keeps him from working the works of Charity, from relieving his distressed Brethren: you may call it Covetousness. They will part with any thing, so they may keep their Gold. But we must give our Gold too, with the rest: If we offer not all, Christ will accept none.