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Of the Soule ensnared in sinne.
NEmo repente fuit turpissimus; Sinne creeps on by de∣grees; but woe is us to what an exceeding height, and to what intolerable an increase is it able to grow? grow I say, heavier then the sand of the Sea in weight, and more in number; even sufficient to fill whole volumes: for who is able to find out all his ini∣quities, or reckon up his sinnes? who knoweth, saith David, how often he offendeth? Sinne in a wicked soule is so unmercifull a thing, that it hath no limits nor bounds of extent; it is that over-flowing Flood in the Scriptures, which drowned the old inhabitants of the earth; it is that raging sulphurous fire which burnt up the Cities of the ungodly; or if you will that Phaetons fire amongst the Poets, which enflamed the whole world; for no sooner doe we let at liberty our affecti∣ons from the yoke of discipline and good order, from that narrow path, and rule of vertue,
In cujus medio tutissimus ibis,
O man, in the midst of which thou safely mightst go, but presently wee act out the true Morall of Phaetons Fable. Phaeton let loose the reines to his frolick Horses, and they carry him (as the fiction goes) to the firing of the world, and his owne destruction; we doe but let goe the reines to our will and affections, and they car∣ry us likewise headlong to our unavoidable destruction, and to the setting on fire of this Microcosme, this little world of ours; here we may well note, that Religio a religando vere dicta est, Religion is truly so call'd from ty∣ing back the affections; and therefore now when once conscience doth thus let slip the reines of discipline, and