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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
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So are they ready likewise to believe the apparition of their own brain for real terrors: For Tacitus his speech is here likewise true: Fingunt Creduntque, first they feign, and then they believe.
So are they ready likewise to beleeve the apparition of their owne braine for reall terrours: For Tacitus his speech is here likewise true: Fingunt Creduntque, first they feigne, and then they beleeve.
Now the Reason hereof may be, First, the general1 Impression of Nature, which being subject unto Infinite dangers, hath therefore given it a wisdom of providence, and circumspection to foresee those evils, which cannot by dexterity be so easily shifted off, as they may at a distance be prevented; so that we find even in the most clear and undisturbed order of our operations toward any new thing (though not apprehended as noxious and offensive to our Nature) until it be better understood, a secret drawing back and fear least it should prove hurtful unto us; how much more then when it is once prepossessed with passion: For as cloth once died from it's natural white, will take no other but a darker colour: So minds once steeped in the bitter ahumours of this melancholic passion, will seldom ⟨p. 292⟩admit of any, but more black and fearful conceits. bAnd from this suspicion of fear it is that timorous men are usually cruel when they gain any advantage. Their jealousy teaching them to do that unto others which they fear from them.
Now the Reason hereof may be, First, the generall1 Impression of Nature, which being subject unto Infinite dangers, hath therefore given it a wisedome of providence, and circumspection to foresee those evils, which cannot by dexterity be so easily shifted off, as they may at a distance be prevented; so that wee finde even in the most cleare and undisturbed order of our operations toward any new thing (though not apprehended as noxious and offensive to our Nature) untill it be better understood, a secret drawing back and feare least it should prove hurtfull unto us; how much more then when it is once prepossessed with passion: For as cloth once died from it's naturall white, will take no other but a darker colour: So minds once steeped in the bitter