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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
Chapter 31: Of other Causes of Anger: first in regard of him that suffers wrong: Excellency, Weakne…
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7 Be Candid in Interpreting the thing• wherein thou sufferest. Many times the glass through which I look, makes that seem formidable, and the wave, that crooked, which in it self was beautiful and straight. Haply thou art Angry with that which could not intend to hurt thee, Thy Book, thy Pen, the stone at which thou stumblest, the wind1 or rain that beats upon thee: be Angry gain, but with thy self, who art either so bold as to be Angry with GOD, or so foolish, as to be Angry with nothing. Thou art displeased at a Childish or an Ignorant miscarriage, Call it not Injury but Imprudence, and then pity it. Thou art Angry with Counsel, Reproof, Discipline; why doest thou not as well break the Glass in which thy Physician Ministereth a potion unto thee. Be Angry with thy sin, and thou wilt love him that takes it from thee. Is he that adviseth thee thy Superior? Thine Anger is undutiful, is he thy friend, thine Anger is ungrateful.
7 Bee Candid in Interpreting the thing• wherein thou sufferest. Many times the glasse through which I looke, makes that seeme formidable, and the wave, that crooked, which in it selfe was beautifull and straight. Haply thou art Angry with that which could not intend to hurt thee, Thy Booke, thy Penne, the stone at which thou stumblest, the winde1 or raine that beates upon thee: bee Angry gaine, but with thy selfe, who art either so bold as to be Angry with GOD, or so foolish, as to be Angry with nothing. Thou art displeased at a Childish or an Ignorant miscarriage, Call it not Injury but Imprudence, and then pitty it. Thou art Angry with Counsell, Reproofe, Discipline; why doest thou not as well breake the Glasse in which thy Physitian Ministreth a potion unto thee. Bee Angry with thy sinne, and thou wilt love him that takes it from thee. Is hee that adviseth thee thy Superiour? Thine Anger is undutifull, is hee thy friend, thine Anger is ungratefull.
- 1S•. d• Ira lib. 2. c, 26.