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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 fugiunt aquilat timidissima turba Columbae,1 Utque fugit visos agna novella lupos: Sic illa simuere viros sine lege merits, Constitit in nulla qui fuit ante Color. Nam Timor unus erat, facies non una timoris Pars laniat Crines, pars fine meant sedet. Altera maesta filet, frustra vocat altera matrem, Haec queritur, stupet hac, hac fugit, illa manet. As weak and fearful Doves the Eagle fly, And tender Lambs when they the Woolf espy: So the affrighted Sabine Virgins run Pale and discoloured, Roman youth to shun. Their Fear was One, but Fear had not One look, Part here sit reaved of sense, part there doth pluck, And tear their hairs, One silent mourns, another With a successless Outcry calls her Mother. One moans, the fright another doth amaze: One flies for Fear, for Fear another stays.
Vt fugiunt aquilat timidissima turba Columbae,1 Vtque fugit visos agna novella lupos: Sic illa simuere viros sine lege mentes, Constitit in nulla qui fuit ante Color. Nam Timor unus erat, facies non una timoris Pars laniat Crines, pars fine mente sedet. Altera maesta filet, frustra vocat altera matrem, Haec queritur, stupet hac, hac fugit, illa manet. As weake and fearfull Doves the Eagle flie, And tender Lambs when they the Woolfe espie: So the affrighted Sabine Virgins runne Pale and discolour'd, Romane youth to shunne. Their Feare was One, but Feare had not One look, Part here sit reav'd of sense, part there doth pluck, And teare their haires, One silent mourns, another With a successelesse Outcry cals her Mother. One moanes, the fright another doth amaze: One flies for Feare, for Feare another staies.
- 1Ovid. de Arte Amandi. l. 1.
Now the reasons why newness of evil doth thus work fear, may be many. For first, all Admiration is • kind of fear: it being the property of man, not only to fear that which is Against, but that also which is above our Nature, either in regard of natural and civill dignity, which worketh a fear of Reverence; as to parents, governors, masters; or in regard of Moral Excellency and Excesses above the strength of the faculty, which worketh a Fear of