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Pneumatologia, a treatise of the soul of man
Pneumatologia, a treatise of the soul of man wherein the divine original, excellent and immortal nature of the soul are opened, its love and inclination to the body, with the necessity of its separation from it, considered and improved, the existence, operations, and states of separated souls, both in Heaven and Hell, immediately after death, asserted, discussed, and variously applied, divers knotty and difficult questions about departed souls, both philosophical, and theological, stated and determined, the invaluable preciousness of humane souls, and the various artifices of Satan (their professed enemy) to destroy them, discovered, and the great duty and interest of all men, seasonable and heartily to comply with the most great and gracious design of the Father, Son, and Spirit, for the salvation of their souls, argued and pressed / by John Flavel ...Pneumatologia, a treatise of the soul of man wherein the divine original, excellent and immortal nature of the soul are opened, its love and inclination to the body, with the necessity of its separation from it, considered and improved, the existence, operations, and states of separated souls, both in Heaven and Hell, immediately after death, asserted, discussed, and variously applyed, divers knotty and difficult questions about departed souls, both philosophical, and theological, stated and determined, the invaluable preciousness of humane souls, and the various artifices of Satan (their professed enemy) to destroy them, discovered, and the great duty and interest of all men, seasonable and heartily to comply with the most great and gracious design of the Father, Son, and Spirit, for the salvation of their souls, argued and pressed / by John Flavel ...
London: printed for Francis Tyton, 1685
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.
And yet with the allowance of its allay and rebatement, it is like new Wine put into old and crazy Bottles, which is ready to make them fly, and would do so, should they be of any long continuance. Stay me (saith the Spouse) with Flagons, comfort me with Apples, I am sick of love, Cant. 2.5. The sickness was not the sickness of desires, or of grief; of that she had complained before: But the sickness of Love. (i. e.) She was ready to faint under the insupportable weight of Christs manifested and sealed Love, not able to bear what she felt, pained with the Love of Christ; and the desired cure speaks this to be her Case, Stay me with Flagons, comfort me with Apples. As if she had said, Lord, support and under-prop my Soul, for it reels, staggers, and fails under the pressure and weight of thy Love. Much like the case of an holy man, who cried out, under the overwhelming sense of the Love of Christ shed abroad into his heart in Prayer, Hold Lord, hold; thy poor Creature is a Clay Vessel, and can hold no more. Though these Joys bring ⟨p. 238⟩not the Soul into a perfect Ecstasy, they certainly bring it as near as may be to it.1 Mr. Fox tells us of one Giles of Brussels, a godly Martyr, who in Prison spent most of his time apart from the rest in secret Prayer; in which his Soul was so ardent and intent, that he often forgot himself and the time; and when he was called to Meat, he neither saw, nor heard those that stood by him, till he was lifted up by the arms, and then he would gently speak to them, as one newly awaked out of a sweet sleep. These foretasts of Heaven may from the manner of their conveyance be distinguished into 1. Mediate, and into 2. Immediate.
And yet with the allowance of its allay and rebatement, it is like new Wine put into old and crazy Bottles, which is ready to make them fly, and would do so, should they be of any long continuance. Stay me (saith the Spouse) with Flaggons, comfort me with Apples, I am sick of love, Cant. 2.5. The sickness was not the sickness of desires, or of grief; of that she had complained before: But the sickness of Love. (i. e.) She was ready to faint under the insupportable weight of Christs manifested and sealed Love, not able to bear what she felt, pained with the Love of Christ; and the desired cure speaks this to be her Case, Stay me with Flaggons, comfort me with Apples. As if she had said, Lord, support and under-prop my Soul, for it reels, staggers, and fails under the pressure and weight of thy Love. Much like the case of an holy man, who cryed out, under the overwhelming sense of the Love of Christ shed abroad into his heart in Prayer, Hold Lord, hold; thy poor Creature is a Clay Vessel, and can hold no more. Though these Joys bring