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A sermon preach'd before Their Majesties in their chappel at St. James's the 25th. Sunday after Pentecost, November 17th. 1686 by J.D. of the Society of Jesus.
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J. D. (John Dormer), 1636-1700.
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so much influencing Planets Sun and Moon his Eyes to the Stars his waking to the Day his Sleep to the Night the Circulation of his Blood to the constant returns of Rivers to the Sea from whence they sprung the rest of the Body to the Earth All well But can the Body alone that debasing part of Man with Truth and Justice be termed Man You 'l tell me no And if not though the Body may be stil'd a little World Man cannot It is below his worth and greatness Man if a World he is a great one and this World which encompasses his Body confronted with Man is but little It is not vainly to boast it is not to Hyperbolize it is to raise a just conceit of a Soul so much depress'd in our esteem I say all this and I say no more than what reason upholds Will you have the proof I draw it from what is undeniable For if we speak even of greatness in extent in which this World seems to exceed That is greater which containeth that which is contained is less on this account the Body is called a little World because enclosed the enclosing World the greater Is it not so can any deny it None I take then for granted what none deny and upon this bottom carry on my Discourse Doth not the mind of Man outreach the narrow limits of the Earth Doth it not upon the wings of speculation soar above the Heavens Doth it not survey measure and gather the World in a Thought This large this vast this immense Universe doth it not bind it within a few lines doth it not imprison it in a paper doth it not cast it in a Map The revolutions of the Spheres and motions of Stars doth it not confine them and lay them before your Eyes in a Globe In this like unto its Divine Maker of whom become a new born Infant to redeem us the Church sings Mundum pugillo continens in his little fist he bears a World. And have not I just cause to say the Soul of Man is greater than the World I say nothing of the power of his memory making things past to be present I mention not the force of his Intellect transcending the grossness of Bodies and working upon Spiritual Beings and Abstracts walking in the spaces of Gods Immensity and questioning possibilities I let alone the natural Appetite of the Will ever bending and aspiring to Eternity all evidences of its refined spiritual and immortal existency I contain my self within the bounds of a palpable way of Reasoning and am confounded when I consider the mean value we frame of a Soul the high esteem we nourish of this World as if our whole rise and increase depended on the progress we make in it Alas Alas its Men that enoble the World the World cannot enoble Men If the Kingdom of Heaven be like unto a Mustard-seed as to increase this World is like to a Mustard-seed without increase For compared with Heaven this World is smaller than a Mustard-seed I wish it had the virtue to quicken our Reason that it has to open our Brain Give me leave once more to reason it thus Have you never address'd your self to a Sun-Dyal to ask the hour of the day You have and that often Know then that very shadow which counts each minute in every moment gives light to this important Truth Your ador'd Earth what is it think you O Idolaters of Terrene greatness compared to Heaven Take notice I beseech you of what the Dyal makes out This Earth in comparison of Heaven even in bulk and extent is less than a Mustard-seed Let not the proposition I so boldly advance surprise you I impose not upon you I vent nothing but real Verity Consult the Learned they 'l inform you it is no more than the point of a Needle than the Centre of a Circle they 'l farther instruct you that on this supposal the whole Art of Dyaling relies The Art as experience makes out when rightly practis'd never faileth never deceiveth nor can the ground on which it depends be fallacious Ah Mortals Mortals it is not this lower World it 's your deluded Ambition is great This Earth on which your Glory builds this Sea on which your Avarice Sayls is but an Attom is but a Point in paragon of Heaven Punctum est says the moral Philosopher in quo bella geritis it is but a point on which you War O Romans it is but a point on which your Martial Forces draw up March and Randezvous it is but a point on which your War-like Instruments resound It is but a point over which your Victorious Eagles fly Subdue Countries Fetter the Liberty of Nations Colour your Purples in the blood of Dying Monarchies Let Europe Asia and Africa draw your Triumphal Chariots Let America when known bring up your Glorious Train you 'l then be Great you 'l be Masters you 'l be Lords of a World terrarum Domini You 'l have gain'd your point And what is it what is it a point a point for no more is the World to Heaven then a point punctum est make much of little since you know not to make much of what is Great Heaven your Soul God. But so many Empires are past the point remains no more theirs Ecce gentes quasi stilla situlae exclaims the Prophet Isa chap. 40. ver 12. Behold the Nations like a drop of a Bucket A drop a drop behold the increase of the Adorers of the World the drop is often puff'd into a bubble a pleasant sight to the Eye but soon breaks and vanishes ecce Gentes behold your Nations your Gentiles your Heathens your livers without the fear of God forgotten of Heaven aspiring to nothing but Earthly Promotion they rise with the inconstant Bucket of Fortune to drop and plunge into a deluge of Misery Punctum est and if the main if the whole be but a point what must it's Divisions and Sub-divisions Sections and Sub-Sections prove to be Your Cottages your Rights of Common your Copy-holds Free holds Tenements Mannors c. what are they but the Fractions of a point in one removal from nothing And yet and yet How many how many injurious to Themselves unmindful of Heaven ungrateful to God spend their desires consume their loves and cast away their thoughts on transitory Trifles and Joys As if enslaving themselves to Flesh and World so far beneath the noble Nature of a Soul could add to their greatness What Suits what Animosities what Feuds what a living like Canibals even amongst Christians what endeavours to depress and devour each other and all for the small part of a point Punctum est and that not durable I have contained my Discourse within the bounds of Natural Reason But if you 'l have the true value of a Soul open the Eyes of a lively Faith see your Creator become a Redeemer see your God dying upon a Cross and remember that Blood that Death of
A SERMON Preach'd before Their MAJESTIES In Their CHAPPEL at St. JAMES's The 25th Sunday after Pentecost November 17th 1686. By J. D. of the Society of Jesus Published by His Majesties Command ✚ LONDON Printed by Nat. Thompson at the Entrance into Old Spring Garden near Charing Cross MDCLXXXVII A SERMON Preach'd before Their MAJESTIES The 25th Sunday after Pentecost Math. XIII ver 31. Simile est Regnum Coelorum Grano Sinapis The Kingdom of Heaven is like to a Mustard-seed ONe of the greatest and one of the least of things Sacred MAJESTY this morning Arrest my Thoughts The Kingdom of Heaven and a Mustard-seed Had any but the Divine Author devised this Parable as the World now goes the Proposer with your Pious not over-wise would have pass'd for a disparager of Heaven for a Profaner of the Pulpit and with your Worldlings not over-charg'd with Piety that might have prov'd the Subject of Railery which coming from Christ is a Sacred Mystery and ground of Reverence Hence we may learn not to close with first and therefore often false appearances an over-sight incident to Spirituals not too profound and to pretenders to Wit not too Spiritual Great things have a proportion with little and little with great a bit of Leven a Mustard-seed with the Kingdom of Heaven witness the present Gospel Nothing so minute nothing so remote nothing so familiar which to a well disposed mind may not prompt Devout and Pious Cogitations Simile est Regnum Coelorum grano Sinapis The Kingdom of Heaven what more considerable is like unto a Mustard-seed what more despicable But if the one so great the other so little between so great and little what similitude can there be I crave your patience whilst in requital I endeavour to work it out God alone is truly great and by a reference to God all other things are great and little He 's truly great because as the Royal Psalmist pronounceth Psal 144. ver 3. Magnitudinis ejus non est finis His greatness has no End For greatness where it ends ceases to be great so that a property of greatness is either to have no end or to increase The Mustard-seed is one of the least of Grains True yet consigned to the Earth when it seems buried it revives it rises above the rest of Herbs becomes a Tree small in its self great in its increase The Kingdom of Heaven is like to its increase the Kingdom of Heaven ever improves For take the Kingdom of Heaven for the Seat of Eternal Felicity take it for Christ take it for the present State of the Church take it for Faith take it for Charity take it for the Gospel This Kingdom now great was little great in being little in beginning Heaven dis-peopled by the fall of the rebellious Spirits grew small Christ in Bethlehem had his Crib The Church was once an Infant Faith Charity and the Gospel were confined to a few followers of Christ Behold the smallness of the Mustardseed Since the coming of Christ Heaven is grown Populous and Christ Glorious His Church Faith Charity and the Gospel though now and then kept down by opposition are evermore vigorously branching forth a mari usque ad mare from Sea to Sea Psal 21. v. 8. Behold the increase to the verifying Christ's words Simile est Regnum Coelorum grano Sinapis The Kingdom of Heaven is like unto a Mustard-seed The Kingdom of Heaven is the Kingdom of God And the Kingdom of God as our Saviour tells us Luke 17. ver 21. is within our selves Regnum Dei intra vos est It is not the Place or Region it is the Subjects which make the Kingdom We are the Kingdom of Heaven but like the Mustardseed we must increase And this increase grounded on the true measure of great and little shall be the Subject of my Discourse having first implored the Divine Assistance by the Intercession of the Glorious Virgin who little in her own Eye grew to be so great as to be Mother of God and Queen of Heaven Ave Maria. Simile est Regnum Coelorum grano Sinapis The Kingdom of Heaven is like to a Mustard-seed THE Kingdom of Heaven is within our selves like the Mustard-seed we must increase and to increase we are to frame a true measure of great and little To pass from equal to equal is no increase to pass from great to little is to decrease to Increase is to rise from less to more from little to great from great to greater Now in order to this my first reflection is That Christ says The Kingdom of Heaven is like unto a Mustard-seed he says not it is equal Between little and great similitude there may be Equality there can be none Though our Saviour then likens the Kingdom of Heaven to a Mustard-seed it follows not that Men may equal the Mustard-seed of Earthly things to the Kingdom of Heaven No it only ensues That like the Mustard-seed they must increase My second Reflection is That one of the disorders which reign in this sinful World and which obstructs our increase in Virtue Piety and Religion the Head and Source from which all our calamities flow is a false measure of great and little This occasions a wrongful estimate of things so that what to the partial Eye of depraved sense and humour appears great though little and little though great to our abused Reason is apt to appear the same and Men becoming unjust prizers in place of increasing by passing from little to great decrease by falling from great to little to the diminishing the Kingdom of Heaven and augmenting the Kingdom of Darkness Hence it is that Virtue is forced to retreat and yield to Vice True Glory to a Shadow Hence it is that a never-failing Bliss gives way to momentary content Heaven to Earth Eternity to Time. Hence it is that the Soul goes at so low a rate for little obscure or nothing Hence it is that the Body is proclaim'd the subject of courtship admiration and Worship as enormous a folly as to prefer the husk before the Seed or the course and rough Shell to the rich and noble Pearl which lodges in it The Soul the Soul though seemingly little is great and the first step to its increase is to know its own greatness Dim Antiquity sitting in the Shade of its Native Ignorance without the light of Faith could see no further than what was gross and material and therefore thought it said enough to enhance the dignity of Man by entituling him Microcosmus the little World. A Title bearing something of glorious and flattering many a fancy yet taking it into due consideration barely as it lies without other construction I cannot but recede from the common Vogue For if we take Man for the Body alone Man I cannot deny may pass for a little World keeping a proportion with the greater which environs it The Head and Breast may be resembled to the Heavens the Heart and Brain to the