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TroposchemmalogiaTroposchēmalogia
Troposchemmalogia: Tropes and figures; or, A treatise of the metaphors, allegories, and express similitudes, &c. contained in the Bible of the Old and New Testament To which is prefixed, divers arguments to prove the divine authority of the Holy Scriptures wherein also 'tis largely evinced, that by the great whore, mystery Babylon is meant the Papal hierarchy, or present state and church of Rome. Philologia sacra, the second part. Wherein the schemes, or figures in Scripture, are reduced under their proper heads, with a brief explication of each. Together with a treatise of types, parables, &c. with an improvement of them parallel-wise. By B. KTroposchēmalogia: Tropes and figures; or, A treatise of the metaphors, allegories, and express similitudes, &c. contained in the Bible of the Old and New Testament To which is prefixed, divers arguments to prove the divine authority of the Holy Scriptures wherein also 'tis largely evinced, that by the great whore, mystery Babylon is meant the Papal hierarchy, or present state and church of Rome. Philologia sacra, the second part. Wherein the schemes, or figures in Scripture, are reduced under their proper heads, with a brief explication of each. Together with a treatise of types, parables, &c. with an improvement of them parallel-wise. By B. K
London: printed by John Darby, 1682
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.
9. Christ can do the Work, when all other Means fail, (Mark 5.26.) when Purposes fail, good Desires fail, Prayers fail, and good Works, and Moral Righteousness fails, &c.
10. Christ is such a Physician, that rather than thou shouldest go without Cure, he hath shed his own Blood, to make thee whole, and free thee from thy Sickness.
11. If Christ undertakes the Cure, he will never leave thee, till he hath perfectly restored thee to Health again. But remember, there is no Cure, but by his precious Blood: He died, that we might live.
Canst thou be sick, and such a Doctor by? Thou canst not live, unless thy Doctor die. Strange kind of Grief! that finds no Medicine good To assuage the Pain, but the Physician's Blood. Fr. Quarles.
Canst thou be sick, and such a Doctor by? Thou canst not live, unless thy Doctor die. Strange kind of Grief! that finds no Med'cine good T'asswage the Pain, but the Physician's Blood. Fr. Quarles.