The natural mans case stated, or, An exact map of the little world man…The naturall mans case stated, or, An exact map of the little world man…

The sacred Bible which indeed is an Alabaster-box full of sweet perfumes ⟨image 3⟩and precious ointments, is made (alas!) like Pandora's box (in the humane story) which (Epimetheus presumptuously opening) filled the world with evils, diseases and calamities of all kinds. The sacred Bible is made now the patron of Profane mens practises; never were gross sins at such an impudent height as now they are; what horrid impudence is that of hell to take heaven by the hand? Sins that were wont to hide themselves in the holes and clefts of obscurity, not daring to be hold the light, but Serpent-like, to creep under the low shrubs of deceitful shifts, how do they Eagle-like sit perching on the goodly Cedars (I mean Pulpits and Thrones) the Cedars of God, and dare to cast up their eyes towards the Sun? who would think it! yet what this day more common then to meet the devil with his eyes towards heaven, and a Bible under his arm, clothing all his words and actions cap a pea in Scripture phrases; Murderers, traitors, rebels, blasphemers, soothsayers, adulterers, ⟨image 3⟩sabbath-breakers, perjurers, oppressors, and almost all notorious villains have marshalled themselves (like the Roman Clergy) into so many several Sects of religion, all impudently assuming to themselves the usurped title of eminent Saints, and quoting Scripture for their actions, and scot-free pass the press into the world to make more proselytes: so that he that in this Soul-frozen age shall go to gather Books to warm his Soul, (as Paul did sticks to warm his fingers) will be sure, if he be not wary, to gather vipers into his bosom: And how am I stung with pain and horror, whiles I meditate on the thousands of poor souls that are gnawed to death by these speckled vipers! Sure it cannot but sit sad one day upon the spirits of those licentious Licensers, that are as the midwives of such monsters.

The sacred Bible which indeed is an Alablaster-box full of sweet perfumes ⟨image 3⟩and precious ointments, is made (alas!) like Pandora's boxe (in the humane story) which (Epimetheus presumptuously opening) filled the world with evils, diseases and calamities of all kindes. The sacred Bible is made now the patron of Prophane mens practises; never were grosse sins at such an impudent height as now they are; what horrid impudence is that of hel to take heaven by the hand? Sins that were wont to hide themselves in the holes and clefts of obscurity, not daring to be hold the light, but Serpent-like, to creep under the low shrubs of deceitfull shifts, how do they Eagle-like sit pearching on the goodly Cedars (I mean Pulpits and Thrones) the Cedars of God, and dare to cast up their eyes towards the Sun? who would think it! yet what this day more common then to meet the devill with his eyes towards heaven, and a Bible under his arme, cloathing all his words and actions cap a pea in Scripture phrases; Murderers, traitors, rebels, blasphemers, soothsayers, adulterers,