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A treatise of the passions and faculties of the soul of man With the…A treatise of the passions and faculties of the soule of man With the…
A treatise of the passions and faculties of the soul of man With the several dignities and corruptions thereunto belonging. By Edward Reynolds, late preacher to the honourable society of Lincoln's Inn: and now rector of the Church of Braunston in Northamptonshire.A treatise of the passions and faculties of the soule of man With the severall dignities and corruptions thereunto belonging. By Edvvard Reynoldes, late preacher to the honorable society of Lincoln's Inne: and now rector of the Church of Braunston in Northamptonshire.
London: printed by R. Hearne and John Norton for Robert Bostock, 1640
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.
—Ut nunc plerumque videmus, Quid sibi quisque velit nescire & quarere semper. Commutare locum, quasi onus deponere possit. Exit sape foras magnis ex adibus ille, Esse domi quam pertasum est subit•, rever•. Currit agens mans advillam praci•itanter Auxilium tectis quasi ferre ardentibus instet. Oscitat extemplo tetigit cum limina Villae, Aut abit in somnum gravis, atque oblivia quarit: Aut etiam properans Urbem petit, atque •evisit▪ Hoc se quisque modo fugit. At, quod scilicet ut […] ▪ Effugere haud potis est, ingratis haret & ange•. ⟨p. 179⟩We see how troubled Mortals still enquire,1 Yet ne'er can find what 'tis which they desire. One changeth place, as if he could unload And leave his weights behind him. Runs abroad, Weary of a great Palace; strait turns back, And hath not found the thing which he did lack. Wearied both here & there, he mounts his steed, And runs to th' neighbour town with swifter speed Than if he went to quench a fire. Being set, He gapes and sleeps, and studies to forget Why he came thither, haply turn his rain, And to the City po•teth back again. Thus guilty Man doth study how to shun, And scape himself, but ne'er can get it done. He bears the thing he flies. What he would leave Unwelcome self unto it self doth cleave, And cleaving doth torment.—
—Vt nunc plerumque videmus, Quid sibi quisque velit nescire & quarere semper. Commutare locum, quasi onus deponere possit. Exit sape foras magnis ex adibus ille, Esse domi quam pertasum est subit•, rever•. Currit agens mann•s advillam praci•itanter Auxilium tectis quasi ferre ardentibus instet. Oscitat extemplo tetigit cum limina Villae, Aut abit in somnum gravis, atque oblivia quarit: Aut etiam properans Vrbem petit, atque evisit Hoc se quisque modo fugit. At, quod scilicet ut Effugere haud potis est, ingratis haret & ange.