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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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Our Saviour in the days of his flesh on earth,1 was often troubled with dumb Devils: but now he is as much troubled with roaring Devils. With the fawning Sycophant, a prattling Devil. With the malicious slanderer, a brawling Devil. With the unquiet peace-hater, a scolding Devil. With the avarous and ill-conscious Lawyer, a wrangling Devil. With the factious Schismatic, a gaping Devil. With the swaggering ruffian, a roaring Devil. All whom Christ by his ministers doth conjure, as he once did that crying Devil; Hold thy peace, and come out. These are silent enough to praise God, but loud as the Cataracts of Nilus to applaud vanity.2 David saith of himself, Psalm 32. that when he held his peace, yet he roared all the day long. Strange! be silent, and yet roar too, at once? Gregory answers; h•e that daily commits new sins, and doth not penitently confess his old, roars much, yet holds his tongue. The Father pricked the pleurisy-vain of our times. For we have many roarers, but dumb roarers: though they can make a hellish noise in a Tavern, and swear down the Devil himself; yet to ⟨p. 42⟩praise God, they are as mute as fishes.
Our Sauiour in the dayes of his flesh on earth,1 was often troubled with dumbe Deuils: but now he is as much troubled with roaring Deuils. With the fawning Sycophant, a pratling Deuill. With the malicious slaunderer, a brawling Deuill. With the vnquiet peace-hater, a scolding Deuill. With the auarous and ill-conscious Lawyer, a wrangling Deuill. With the factious Schismaticke, a gaping Deuill. With the swaggering ruffian, a roaring Deuill. All whom Christ by his ministers doth coniure, as he once did that crying Deuill; Hold thy peace, and come out. These are silent enough to praise God, but lowd as the Cataracts of Nilus to applaud vanitie.2 Dauid sayth of himselfe,