A20765:109
Spiritual physic to cure the diseases of the soul, arising from superfluity of choler,…Spiritual physicke to cure the diseases of the soule, arising from superfluitie of choller,…
Spiritual physic to cure the diseases of the soul, arising from superfluity of choler, prescribed out of Gods word Wherein the choleric man may see the dangerousness of this disease of the soul unjust anger, the preservatives to keep him from the infection thereof, and also fit medicines to restore him to health being already subject to this raging passion. Profitable for all to use, seeing all are patients in this disease of impatience.Spiritual physicke to cure the diseases of the soule, arising from superfluitie of choller, prescribed out of Gods word Wherein the chollericke man may see the dangerousnesse of this disease of the soule vniust anger, the preseruatiues to keepe him from the infection thereof, and also fit medicines to restore him to health beeing alreadie subiect to this raging passion. Profitable for all to vse, seeing all are patients in this desease of impatiencie.
London: printed by Gabriel Simson for William Jones, 1600London: printed by Gabriel Simson for William Iones, 1600
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Sect. 3.
Thirdly the cause of our anger is 1unjust when we are provoked thereunto by every small and trifling occasion; because hereby love and charity is notably violated when every slight cause ⟨image 38⟩incenseth us to anger: for love suffereth all things: 1. Cor. 13. 7. and therefore their love is small who will suffer nothing. 2Love covereth a multitude of sins. Pro. 10. 12. they therefore who 3rather find causes where they are not, then cover them where they are, do plainly show their want of love, and their too great proneness to anger▪ it is the nature of love to make great faults seem little, and little faults none at all: but anger maketh every small slip a capital offence, and every word of disgrace worthy a stab. And as when we behold the sun rising thorough thick and foggy vapours, we imagine it to be of a far greater quantity then when the air is pure and clear: so when the foggy mists of anger do overshadow reason, we suppose every fault to be greater then it would appear, if this turbulent affection were dispelled with the lively heat of ardent love.