A26344:92
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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Not seldom fares it thus with us; Thought calls to thought, jealousy to fear, fear to sorrow, sorrow to despair; and these furies leap upon the heart as a stage, beginning to act their tragical parts. Man hath more wheels moving in him then a clock: only the difference is, that the wheels of a clock move all one way; whereas his faculties, like the epicycles, have a rapt motion: his sensitive appetite gives him one motion, his fantasy another, his reason a third, and his imperious, impetuous will crosseth them all, driving the chariot of his affections with the fury of Jehu: he desires, and thinks, and chooseth, argues, consents, and dislikes, and makes more business then time it self. There ⟨p. 52⟩are not so many hours in a year, as there may be thoughts in an hour. The Philosopher that 1had shamed himself by weakly disputing with Adrian the Emperor, thus excused himself to his friend; Would you have me contend with him, that commands thirty Legions? Alas, what can quiet that soul, which is distracted with such legions and multitudes of thoughts, and throngs of sorrows?
Not seldome fares it thus with us; Thought calls to thought, jealousie to fear, fear to sorrow, sorrow to despaire; and these furies leap upon the heart as a stage, beginning to act their tragicall parts. Man hath more wheels moving in him then a clock: onely the difference is, that the wheeles of a clocke move all one way; whereas his faculties, like the epicycles, have a rapt motion: his sensitive appetite gives him one motion, his fantasie another, his reason a third, and his imperious, impetuons will crosseth them all, driving the chariot of his affections with the fury of Jehu: he desires, and thinks, and chuseth, argues, consents, and dislikes, and makes more businesse then time it self. There ⟨p. 52⟩are not so many houres in a year, as there may be thoughts in an hour. The Philosopher that 1had shamed himselfe by weakly disputing with Adrian the Emperour, thus excused himself to his friend; Would you have me contend with him, that commands thirty Legions? Alas, what can quiet that soul, which is distracted with such legions and multitudes of thoughts, and throngs of sorrowes?