Kaina kai palaia Things new and old, or, A store-house of similies, sentences, allegories, apophthegms, adagies, apologues, divine, morall, politicall, &c. : with their severall applications / collected and observed from the writings and sayings of the learned in all ages to this present by John Spencer ...
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Kaina kai palaia Things new and old, or, A store-house of similies, sentences, allegories, apophthegms, adagies, apologues, divine, morall, politicall, &c. : with their severall applications / collected and observed from the writings and sayings of the learned in all ages to this present by John Spencer ...
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1658.
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An unregenerate Man, a careless Man. [ 538]
THe Infant, while it lyeth in the dark prison of the Mothers wombe, never
quatcheth nor weepe••h,* 1.1 but as soon as ever it cometh out of the wombe into
the light, it knits the brows, and wrings the eyes, and cryes and takes on: Even so
the child of God, whilst it is yet kept in the dark of ignorance, in his unregenerate
estate, never cryeth to his Father, nor weepeth for his sin; but as soon as
the light of Grace shineth upon him, he bewaileth his grievous misery, and never
thinketh that he hath filled his cup with tears full enough.