Casuistical morning-exercises the fourth volume /

2. Internal Peace is broke by Sin. Whilst the Passions were subordinate to the Empire of Reason, and in accord among themselves, there was perfect Peace; but Sin has raised an intestine War in Man's Breast. The Law of the Members rebels against the Law of the Mind: for there is no Man so prodigiously Wicked, and spoiled of his primitive Endowments, but still there remains some Principles of Morality in the Mind,¹ so that his Conscience discovers and condemns the Vices he allows and practises, which makes the Sinner uneasy to himself, and mixes Vinegar with his Wine. Besides, since the Passions are disbanded, into what Confusion is Man fallen? How Various how Violent are they, and often repugnant to one another? How often do we change their Habits and Scenes in a day? Sometimes we are vainly Merry, and then as vainly Sad; sometimes Desirous and then Averse, and with respect to our selves, sometimes Pleased, sometimes Vexed, sometimes Amiable, and sometimes Odious; we are more mutable than the Planet that is the Emblem of Inconstancy. How often do Clouds of Melancholy darken the bright Serenity of the Spirit, and cast a dreadful Gloom over it? How often do Storms of Passion ⟨p. 256⟩disturb its Tranquility? The Breast of Man, that was the Temple of Peace, is become a Den of Dragons; every exorbitant Affection tears and torments him. 'Tis true, this is also a penal Effect from Divine Justice: There is no peace saith my God to the Wicked: With which that saying of St. Austin is Consonant, Jussit Domine, & sic est, omnis inordinatus affectus est sibi paena.

2. Internal Peace is broke by Sin. Whilst the Passions were subordinate to the Empire of Reason, and in accord among themselves, there was perfect Peace; but Sin has raised an intestine War in Man's Breast. The Law of the Members rebels against the Law of the Mind: for there is no Man so prodigiously Wicked, and spoil'd of his primitive Endowments, but still there remains some Principles of Morality in the Mind,¹ so that his Conscience discovers and condemns the Vices he allows and practises, which makes the Sinner uneasie to himself, and mixes Vinegar with his Wine. Besides, since the Passions are disbanded, into what Confusion is Man fallen? How Various how Violent are they, and often repugnant to one another? How often do we change their Habits and Scenes in a day? Sometimes we are vainly Merry, and then as vainly Sad; sometimes Desirous and then Averse, and with respect to our selves, sometimes Pleased, sometimes Vex'd, sometimes Aimable, and sometimes Odious; we are more mutable than the Planet that is the Emblem of Inconstancy. How often do Clouds of Melancholy darken the bright Serenity of the Spirit, and cast a dreadful Gloom over it? How often do Storms of Passion