John Trapp on Romans 7:17

Verſe 17. It is no more I] Mr Bradford Martyr, in a certain Letter thus comforteth his friend; At this preſent, my dear heart in the Lord, you are in a bleſſed eſtate;Act. and Mon. fol. 1497. although it ſeem otherwiſe to you, or rather to your old Adam; the which I dare now be bold to diſcern from you, becauſe you would have it not only diſcerned, but alſo utterly deſtroyed.M. Harris. Sam. Fun. God (ſaith another reverend man) puts a difference between us, and ſin in us, as betwixt poiſon, and the box that holds it.

Sin that dwelleth in me] An ill inmate that will not out, till the houſe falleth on the head of it. As the fretting leproſie in the walls of an houſe would not out, till the houſe it ſelf were demoliſhed. Sin, as Hagar will dwell with grace, as Sarah, till death beat it out of doors.