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The Morning exercise [at] Cri[ppleg]ate, or, Several cases of conscience practically resolved
The Morning exercise [at] Cri[ppleg]ate, or, Several cases of conscience practically resolved by sundry ministers, September 1661.
London: printed for Joshua Kirton and Nathaniel Webb, 1661
Sermon 5: How may we be so Spiritual, as to check Sin in the first risings of it?
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.
4ly. It is easy vanquishing at first in comparison, a fire newly kindled is soon quenched, and a young thorn or bramble easily pulled up. The fierce Lyon may be tamed, when a whelp: but if thou stay a little, there will be no dealing with a Lust any more, than with […] salvage Beast of prey. Grace will lose, and corruption get strength continually by delaying.
4ly. It is easie vanquishing at first in comparison, a fire newly kindled is soon quenched, and a young thorn or bramble easily pulled up. The fierce Lyon may be tamed, when a whelp: but if thou stay a little, there will be no dealing with a Lust any more, than with 〈…〉 salvage Beast of prey. Grace will lose, and corruption get strength continually by delaying.
Fifthly, If thou resistest, the victory is thine, James 4.7. And […] my Text, Walk, &c. and ye shall not fulfil the lusts of the f••sh Tho• canst never be conquered, if thou wilt not yield. Stand but […] thou art invincible, while thou art unwilling, all the Devil• in hell ⟨p. 108⟩cannot force thee to sin. Temptation puts on it's strength, as the will is. Cease but to love the sin, and the temptation is answered. Indeed if thou choosest to be a slave, thou shalt be one. Nothing but thy own choice can undo thee.
Fifthly, If thou resistest, the victory is thine, Iames 4.7. And 〈…〉 my Text, Walke, &c. and ye shall not fulfill the lusts of the f••sh Tho• caust never be conquered, if thou wilt not yield. Stand but thou art invincible, while thou art unwilling, all the Devil in hell