A26344:103
God's anger
God's anger ; and, Man's comfort two sermons / preached and published by Tho. Adams.
London: printed by Tho. Maxey for Samuel Man, 1652
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Within me. The proper seat and lodging of these troublesome inmates, the thoughts of sorrow, is the heart: whithersoever they wander, there they centre. Vagabonds taken roguing out of their own precincts, are sent with a passport to the Town where they were borne▪ there they must be kept. Extravagant thoughts may rove up and down, but back again they must to the heart: the house that hatched them, must harbour ⟨p. 60⟩them, must answer for them. As all faculties of sense have their several seats: seeing is confined to the the eyes, hearing to the ears, feeling to the flesh and sinews: so these perturbations are limited to the heart. The local seat of the sensitive apprehension is the brain; of the sensitive affection, the heart. In the former is softness and moisture, fit to receive intelligible forms: in the other are fiery spirits, fittest for passionate and affectionate thoughts. My spirit is overwhelmed, and my heart within me is desolate: In such a distress, let sense 1inform reason, reason speak to will, will to conscience, conscience to faith, faith to Christ, and Christ to his Father; and they will both send the holy Ghost to comfort us. If there be a fire in the heart of a City, all the suburbs will come in to quench it. This fire may burn within, but it will break out. It is as easy to stifle thunder in the cloud, or fire in powder, as sorrow in the heart. It will have eruption, either by the voice in cries, or by the eyes in tears, or by the speaking silence of the look in a dejected heaviness. The seat of sorrow is the soul; but it will overflow the boundaries. Why art thou cast down, O my soul? None ask their eyes why they weep, or their voices 2why they lament, or their hands why they wring themselves: but Anima, quare tam tristis? O my soul, why art thou disquieted within me?
Within me. The proper seat and lodging of these troublesome inmates, the thoughts of sorrow, is the heart: whithersoever they wander, there they center. Vagabonds taken roguing out of their own precincts, are sent with a pasport to the Town where they were borne▪ there they must be kept. Extravagant thoughts may rove up and down, but back again they must to the heart: the house that hatched them, must harbour