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Eugenia's tears for Great Britons distractions, or, Some slender observations reflecting on those sad…Evgenia's teares for Great Brittaynes distractions, or, Some slender observations reflecting on those sad…
Eugenia's tears for Great Britons distractions, or, Some slender observations reflecting on those sad times written by E.R.Evgenia's teares for Great Brittaynes distractions, or, Some slender observations reflecting on those sad times written by E.R.
London: printed for William Sheares, 1642
EVGENIAS TEARS FOR GREAT BRITONS DISTRACTIONS.EVGENIAS TEARES FOR GREAT BRITTAYNES DISTRACTIONS.
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.
let not a Calumniating Libertine in a slovenly habit be more respected then a Religious Aaron in a decent Garment, neither let us more desire some Apostate to spoil, rather then a Constantine to enrich the Church; for what better sign (though not always certain) is there of the inward Heavenly calling, then an outward reverend gesture; though with grief we too too often behold those ragged and railing Rabshachies, those blasphemous Sanballets, whose black mouths are ever venting (from their dirty cells) volumes of affronts against
let not a Calumniating Libertine in a slovenly habit be more respected then a Religious Aaron in a decent Garment, neither let us more desire some Apostata to spoyle, rather then a Constantine to inrich the Church; for what better signe (though not alwayes certaine) is there of the inward Heavenly calling, then an outward reverend gesture; though with greefe we too too often behold those ragged and rayling Rabshachies, those blasphemous Sanballets, whose black mouthes are ever venting (from their durty cels) volumes of affronts against
Government and good order; yea miserable is it1 to think on, how many Scurrilous tongues boldly dare (not only in every corner of the streets, but also) with irreverent and ra•ling language in Gods Sacred Temples to speak amiss of what they ought not; ⟨p. 26⟩those are the *clouds without water carried about with every wind, those are trees without fruit twice dead, plucked up by the Roots, those are like raging waves of these•, foaming out their own shame, binding the tender conscience, and leading silly *women Captive; neither whilst those religious Atheists are permitted can we have hopes, that Baalims curses will reflect on himself, that Achitophel's wisdom will be turned into foolishness, that justice shall take place or vice be extinguished; that the good shall be preferred or the ill disgraced, no, nor Christ's Spouse kept spotless from the sames of division; how glorious (like the Apple tree in the midst of the forrest) might this Church render it self, how might the sincere word of Christ be zealously taught how sweetly might truth and righteousness imorace each other? yea how might our present mourning be turned into joy, and the daughters of Jerusalem rejoice? were but those turbulent weeds taken from the fairest flowers; but alas we are now almost grown the Thistle amongst Roses, Jonah's storm doth not cease, our enemies say so would we have it. Israels destruction is of her self, and mournful Zion sits weeping in the dust; and all for their sakes, who with the too much expressed fervour of faction and false doctrine, strive to build with untempered mortar, and like Church Rebels, upon some sudden rhapsody, or miraculous Enthuasme, affront the Minister, rent his clothes, spurn at the Prayer book, scoff at the Lords Table, deride his ordinances, and with a holy madness and devout Frenzy strive to cast the whole frame of Religion, and good discipline in the mould of their own fancies