adjunctum opus tacitè reprimunt dùm cogitationes protinus se causis propriis ad utilitatem subdunt Suppose that Reason went abroad a visiting and left the house of the minde to the Dispose of her servants the Thoughts When the Mistresse is thus out of the way what a noise what gossiping there is among the Maids But let Reason return unto the minde again when the Mistresse comes home no sooner her Foot at the Door but all is hush all Disorder vanishes and as every Maid betakes her self silently to her Work the Thoughts in like manner become well ordered and for much benefit to the Minde adjoyn themselves and set themselves on Work in their proper Businesse Let us look upon a Neoterick Ut figuli celerrimâ rotae manus concitatione in dissimiles propè infinitas elegantes tamen imagines mollieres argillae massam transmutant Simili ratione meditatio afficit ut infinita rerum abstrusarum genera acriter ratiocinando assequamur paria paribus contraria contrariis praeterita prasentibus comparemus As the Potter transforms the Masse of purer Clay with the swift Motion of his turning Hand into many unlike and in a manner numberlesse Figures yet curious shapes After the same manner worketh Meditation She brings it so to passe that we may reach untold sorts of secret things by a quick and inward reasoning comparing like to like contrarie with contrary and weighing with the present things what went before Let 's hear what another sayes Cùm bonum sit objectum voluntatis nostrae adeo quòd nihil possit esse amatum nisi bonum aut sub specie boni Cumque intellectus concipiat infinitam bonitatis abyssum in Deo valdè frigida esset voluntas quae non instar alterius Phoenicis exardesceret in amoris divini ignem contemplando lucidissimos solis justitiae radios Discute igitur alas tuas instar Phoenicis et erige cortuum inter meditandum et invenies te convertendum in cinerem vermes dum agnoscis tuam utilitatem coram infinita et immensa illa bonitate Dei When what is Good is the object of our Wills so nothing can be affected but That or something like it Seeing then that the Vnderstanding may conceive the infinite Abysse of Goodnesse that is in God the Will were Ice if it should not as another Phoenix flie all on fire with Divine Love by Contemplation beholding those most glorious Rayes of the Sun of Righteousnesse Display thy Wings then like the Phoenix raise thy Heart and mount thy Spirit between thy Meditations and with Iob thou shalt finde thy Self converted into Dust and Worms while thou doest acknowledge thine own Vileness in the Presence of that most Infinite and most Immense Goodnesse of the Lord. PROSPECT XII WHen wicked Policies doe raign They rowle their Trenches in the Brain And subtly winde false Works with Art To Undermine the Noblest Heart While Cunning spendeth utmost Skill To act what 's New invented Ill Makes Stratagems walks untrod Wayes Their hid Designes to height to raise Do make 't their Businesse to surprize What Truth can't gain they wu'd by Lies And all is but to make a Prey O' th' Soul which still they wu'd betray What Vizards do they wear For Ends O most unjust each other rends None sooner ruine brings them to Than Craft does Cunnings self undo While Sin doth seek all wayes to thrive Religious Sails to Heavenward drive Sin falls with Plots and th' Soul does gain By Contemplation Hope to raign CONSOLATORY ESSAY XII AS Men hear they tell the News But as they see they know so 't is in Plautus that old Comoedian Qui audiunt audita dicunt qui vident planè sciunt The Tongue and the Hand are very unruly Members especially when Honesty and Reason are not their Masters The Tongue seemeth the more desperate but the Hand appeareth the more dangerous What is spoken may be helped by Supposition of Mistaking or Disagreement in the Reporters or Death For then Breath and Life vanish together whereas that of the Hand appeareth to Posterity surviveth the Writer and Reader and remaineth as a Thousand Witnesses Illis est Thesaurus stultis in Linguâ situs Et questui habeant malè loqui melioribus Sayes the same Plautus Those Fools think Treasures placed in the Tongue That count belying Betters Gain for Wrong Incautus fuerit si propriâ manu tale aliquid comprehenderit â quâ utique re unicè cavere debes quòd nihil sit quo tam facile convincaris It is Macrobius He may be accounted indiscreet that leaveth a loose Action under his own Hand which a man ought with special care to avoid lest it become a snare to take his want of foresight Wherefore as no Vice layes a more foul aspersion upon Man then that of Ingratitude So no evidence is so strong to taint him therewith or convict him thereof as his own Hand-writing in Detestation of that Vice and his Actual Approbation of the Contrary How comes it then that Christians that have so often set their Hands to so many Obligations to God as have been so often iterated in and since Baptisme should fall away in such a manner as by the Wickednesse of their Hands and the ungodlinesse of their impudent Actions to testifie against themselves their own Impiety and to divulge abroad the Characters of their not lesse great than Abominable ingratitude To unman themselves by ingratitude to their Maker to unchristian themselves by unthankfulnesse to their Redeemer when the least that can be done in such a Case is to render Obedience for Creation Dutie for Protection and to return Praise for Blessings Do the Dumb Beasts give Thanks in their Looks and cast their Eyes unto the Hands that feed them Shall condemn'd Androgeo finde Gratitude in a Den of Lions And can any Christian be at a Losse when he Looks for it in his Bosom My Friend and Brother Christian Ubi animus ibi oculus The Watch of thine Eye goeth as the Spring of thine Affection directeth Let 's mark our Blessed Saviours advice He preacht it in the Mount Lay not up Treasures for your selves upon the Earth where the Moth and Canker corrupt and where the Theeves dig through and steal But lay up Treasures for your Selves in Heaven where neither the Moth nor Canker corrupteth and where the Theeves neither dig through nor steal For where your Treasure is there will your Heart be also Hast thou had a dejected Look from a heavie Heart as if th' adst lost thy Comfort and couldst not finde thy Happinesse Didst seek it in the Earth that Treasure is not in Mines nor in the Darknesse of so dull an Element Look upward Soul Look upward and be thankful Look upward and be mindful Be mindful of all that the Lord so wonderfully hath done for Thee so mercifully hath done unto Thee so bountifully hath bestowed upon Thee Strive to turn thine Eyes towards him from Vanitie And intreat His help to quicken thee in his Way Canst thou tell the number of his Mercies Canst thou tell how many be the Rays of the Sun And canst thou consider all his Blessings Look up and rejoyce at the excellent Goodnesse of the Lord Look up with the Eyes of Faith through the Heavens and behold the Brightnesse of His Glory that he hath prepared for the Saints Meditate and Look all about Thee Contemplate and cast up thine Eyes above Thee Here is Comfort There is Joy Here Christ easeth thy Burden There he gives Thee a reward Observe then his Testimonies and obey his Statutes Let thy Soul then magnifie his Name Let thy Lips sing Praises to his Holinesse Let thy Breast become a smoaking Altar And let thy Soul be all a flame of holy Love Let all thy Breath be as sweet smelling Incense up to Heaven Fix there thy Faith thy Hope thy Heart thy Soul That 's thy Place thy dwelling Hasten as directed thither Only remember thou art Mortal Deal thine Alms Give thy Dole before thou goest Praise ye the Lord For it is good to sing unto our God For it is a pleasant Thing and Praise is comely The Lord doth build up Jerusalem and gather together the disperâ—â— of Israel He healeth those that are broken in Heart 〈◊〉 bindeth up their Sores He counteth the number of the Stars and calleth them all by their Names Great is our Lord and great is his Power his Wisdom is infinite The Lord relieiveth the meek and abaseth the wicked to the Ground Sing unto the Lord with Praise Sing upon the Harp unto our God! Praise the Lord. For his Mercie endureth for ever FINIS
as is continually shed But mine Eares do tingle to hear so many sad Relations as even since March last concerning Severall Persons of diverse Rank and Quality inhabiting within and about so Eminent a Citty as late-fam'd London that have made away and Murd'red Themselves It is a Greivous Thing to consider Especially if we have a Right Apprehension of God or a Belief that there is a Hell Hence arose The Occasion of This Poeme Wherein The Authour's Christian Compassion moved him rather for Others Good to put Pen to Paper than any Overweening Opinion of himself intimately Acquainted with his own Imperfections or any Vain Glory to seek The Presse to write Something upon so Deplorable a Subject Lest the Frequency of such Actions might in time arrogate a Kind of Legitimation by Custom or plead Authority from some latepublisht Paradoxes That Self-homicide was Lawfull It is not deni'd but that the Temptations of Satan are subtle frequent and without God's Grace almost irresistible But so Great a Sin as This From which Good Lord deliver Vs is a direct Giving Our selves over to The Divell and a Denying the Power of Godlinesse Yea a Resolution in a desperate Madnesse to throw our selves headlong into Perdition Whence These Horrid Actions more than heretofore proceed let us take a Considerate View Whether the Last Times be come upon us so long foretold that Satan is let loose Or That The Cup of Our Wickednesse is allmost brim-full Or that Our Apostasie and Our other heynous Sins as it were a Violent Multitude do rage and make an Uproare in Our Consciences Or that the Sacriledg and Blasphemy what shall I say of the Perjury of the Time shew not â—he Removall of The Candlestick and lay us not open to the Immediate wrath of The Lord I leave it for Second Thoughts and poizing Understandings But This sure must needs be apprehended that such Things comming to pass are A signe of threatned if not apparent Derelection and God Forsaking us when the Heavens in their Wonders and Men upon Themselves do Thus declare God's Judgments And it is to be feared that Our Hypocrisie Malice and Uncharitablenesse as to raise an Audacious Heap to Heaven Our Rebellion against God's Ordinances are none of the meanest hastners of These Thunderbolts being may I say the Whetstones of Divine Vengance It were therefore much to be desired That Every Man did lay his Hand upon his Heart examine himself diligently and make inspection and search into Every Corner of the Same to find out and remove what is Uncleane among Us. Lest if not warned by the Gentlenesse of the Lord 's preparatory Punishments we be swallow'd up in the Abysse of our Abhominations and perish utterly under the Intollerable weight of his Heavy Displeasure and Irresistible consuming Judgments The Author chose rather the Quicknesse of Verse than more prolixe Prose with God's Blessing first implored to disenchaunt the Possessed following Divinely-inspired David's Example to quiet Saul with the Melody of the Harp who was troubled with such a Spirit that left him Not untill his Armour-bearer having refused to obey his dire Commands saw Him First act His Desperate Resolve upon His Own Sword and provoked by His Example made the Like concluding Scene to the Same Tragedy Dereliction rode Before Self-Execution poasted After Saul the First Homicide we read of in Holy Writ Cain onely fear'd to dye His Armourbearer His Second And wise yea crafty Achitophel halter'd his Policy to make a Third Saul possest with a Devill in his Heart Achitophel in his Head How great a Care is to be had to prevent both To the Discontented AS in a Glasse you may behold Your Face your Figure in this Mold And though it may in Some Lines miss As like as Many'a Copie ' t is This onely Diff'rence is between The outward Draught and-This within The Painter limbs with curious Art The Face the Breast but This the Heart The horrid Fancies of the Braine The furious Bloud in every Vein Are here decipher'd by course Hand For lowest Minds to Understand Expect not therefore Lofty Verse Here Launcets prick not Launces peirce It so becomes thy Wounded Minde By what is sharp a Cure to find And yet Here is a Lenitive A Cordia'll Venome forth to drive Refuse not Then so good Advise As points from Hell to Paradise So have I seen A Lighthouse stand In sable Night with burning Hand Directing from Wracke's Shelf Rock shoar The sayling Pilot blind Before By which escaping Danger 's Tort He well arrives at Safetie's Port. So maist Thou too If Thou seek'st Grace And up to Heavenward Eye doest place T' is weak'ned Faith does make thee reel As Storme turns ore th'unballast Keele Saile gently Then unto Thy Self And think each Passion is a Shelfe And every Melancholy Fitt A Rocke's to shipwrack Soul and Witt Compare thy Self with All Beneath Thou liv'st then Others scarcely breath And cast not up thy Sums of Losse Without The Counters of The Crosse. Then What Before perplext thy Heart Will prove A Buckler not A Dart. As Not to the Desperate WHo speaks to Thee that scorn'st Thy Self and All That look'st not for a Place to stand but fall Thy rowling Eyes and gastly Face do tell Within Thee 's That which Some doubt Locall Hell Then why doest poast And ride each stage so fast To seek for that which Thou at Home there hast If Hellish Rage be better than Heaven's Blisse Take Such thy Choyce And live where Torment is Be lost Forever Who does Willful dy Sall find Erelasting Deafnesse to his Crye And does deserue it from High Justice Hand Whose Living Deafnesse would not Understand Embrace thy Horrour!-Yet as Curious looke Not on but in this Thee-concerning Book In which if by God's Grace thou chance to find The Right the Best way to reduce thy Mind Thank Heaven not Him that busi'ed thus his Brain To shew thee There lives Blisse and here dwells Pain There Horrour and Eternity shake hands Darknesse and Fire with whips obserue Commands Of Tophet's Tyrant forcing them t' obey That scorn'd and would not listen in their Day So Sin 's Rebellion's punisht and Sought Evill With Easines doth find a Meeting Devill Yet stop thy Foot!-And try but one Lord's Prayer It may blow Satan up into the Ayre And lead Us not into Temptation Say But Lord deliver Us from Evill pray And He that holdes the Kingdome pulls the Chaine Or frighted Satan boundeth up againe Where let him dwell in Stormes but not in thee Who should'st to th' Holy Ghost a Temple be O could'st thou think what Joyes thou now doest wave Thou wou'dst despise Earth's Paines Such Joyes to have THE TABLE OF THE FIRST BOOK Sect. Pag. 1. ACcost 1 2. Induction 2 3. Lovers 2 4. Great Spirits 2 5. Melancholick 3 6. Iealous 3 7. The frighted Childe 4 8. The Debaucht Prentice 4 9. The unfortunate Merchant 5 10. The bloudy Murtherer 5 11. The curious Zelot 5 12. The
doe it Thy way Thou art His Creature Thou must be guided by Him Heaven is the Place of Joy And Thine in Designe But Thou must not goe Laughing Thither There is a Great Difference betwixt Creatures Though of the same Species In their Outward Forms In their Internall Dispositions which are distinguisht by their Race and Kinds That we call their Nature One Cock crowes and Soundes to the Battel Another reioyceth upon his Dunghil There is no Lesse Difference by their Education which may well be stil'd A second Nature One Dog of the same Litter pursues the Hare The Other runs to the wheel or the Port The One prefers his Chace the Other his Breakfast There are Joyes of Heaven and Joyes of Earth Both are Joyes Of the same Name But not of the same Nature The Mirth of this world is Folly And the Laughter of it Madnesse With Such unwholsome Cates the World glutteth her Darlings In matters belonging to Heaven the Course is Clean contrary For thy better Health thou must be fed with course Fare And be kept to a strict Diet. Wu'dst thou have A Blessing Take up the Crosse Wu'dst thou reioyce Indeed Learn Lachrymae Or Sing the Lamentation of A Sinner Put on Mourning It is lined with Scarlet Thy Joy is Inward It is wiser than to make a Noise What hast thou of thine Owne that Thou should'st expect a Better Crop than Thistles But though thy Heart has a Feaver meddle not with Hellebore Despaire Not My Friend Yea My Brother that art so perplexed Has Sorrow broke over thee like A raging Tide Or is A Shelf between Thee and Thy Desires Thou wud'st have what thou canst Not Peradventure what wu'd hurt thee And this Vexation is intollerable Recollect thy Self Thou art A Christian Thou art Not to receive Thy Portion Here. It is Black money But upon Exchange Thy Silver Thy Gold Thy Bank is in Heaven And where Thy treasure is let Thy mind be also Pine not to death then for the Losse of A Husband A Wife A Brother A Sister A Friend A Mistris A Sweetheart Thy Fame Thy Goods Thy Liberty or the Like What wud'st thou God hath His will His time Be not precipitate Be Not impatient Art Thou betray'd So was Thy Master Art thou contemned Thou deserv'st it Why should Man regard Thee when Thou respect'st not God If at all Not as Thou should'st Thou understandst not the language of God's mercy in Thine Afflictions He corrects Thy Sins past And by Them works in thee a deeper Loathing of Thy Natural Corruption So prevents thee from Falling into many Other Sins whereunto thy Disposition is too prone Does He afflict thee Thou art His Son He seals unto Thee thine Adoption Thou art else A Bastard Remember what became of Eli's Sons The purest Corne is Cleanest fanned The finest Gold is oftest tried The sweetest Grape is hardest pressed And the truest Christian is heaviest Crossed In blurred characters read The Beauty of God's Love Thus hast Thou Tribulation sent to thee as A token It is thy Summons too Thou art cited to Heaven Art thou Afflicted Thy Heart is hereby weaned from Falling too much in Love with the world Thou art hereby reclaymed from thy Dotage upon It's Vanities It is to sharpen thy Desires as well as to sett them right that They may shoot Upward as to heat to inflame thy Longing for Eternall Life What Comparison is there between the Ioyes of this world and Ioyes Everlasting The world is Thy Stepmother Shee misuseth Thee Shee striketh Thee Love her Not. Doth God afflict Thee He musters thee He takes notice of thine Arms His Graces He doth exercise thee that thou maist the Better use them He trieth thy Faith Reioyce in thy Tribulation Doth God send thee Affliction He gives thee His Livery The Crosse is His Badge and thy Cognisance He shewes to the world His Children's Love and Service Sanctified Affliction is the Conduit-pipe to thy true Conversion and Repentance David's troubles Hezekiah's sicknesse The Prodigal's Misery fac't them about and led them weather-beaten home upon their Knees That is the comfortable Posture that Creeping Climbs Heaven In Affliction how is thy Heart softned with Pitty How is it melted with Compassion Thou art Partner with Another in Distresse and Misery Thou art moved to condole His and so lessenest thine Own The Bearing of Afflictions are the means the Examples that like Trumpets proclaim and manifest the Faith and vertues which God hath bestowed upon His Children that strengthen that enliven that give courage to those which have not received so great a measure of Faith By Afflictions He makes thee conformable to the Image of Christ. He being the Captain of our Salvation was made perfect through Sufferings So fight So overcome So receive A Crown Doth God humble the Godly by their Afflictions in respect of their state and misery He glorifieth Himself by His deliverance of them when they call upon Him He afflicteth not Alwaies for Sins Sometimes for His Own Glory What is it then that so much troubles thee that thou art weary of thy Life Mark How God hath blessed thee How He hath protected thee And that should put a Hymn into thy mouth and fetch Bloud in thy Cheeks Thy Fear made thee seem more wretched than thou art Thou didst not know the Honey that is within the Carkasse of the Lyon Bath in the brinish Sea It will heal thy Soares It will cure thine Itch. Though It smarts It is wholsome Through many Tribulations you shall enter into the Kingdome of Heaven CANTO V. The Cell of Humility 1. NOw com'st thou to the Low and Happy Cell Of A fair Virgin on Her Knees 'T is where Humilitie does dwell Her up-cast Eye Heaven's Brightnesse sweetly sees Meek Gesture and such Posture with Her Mind agrees 2. Of Herbs the secret Vertue Shee does Ken. Much Skill Shee hath in Chir'geon's Art Full oft Shee heals the Sores of Men And though it doth occasion Pain and Smart Doth Tumours launce asswage with Balm the swelling Part. 3. Shee mindes not much the Doore or Table 's End Who passeth Hers must stoop much down It makes the stiffest Backe to bend On Earth Her Hempen Napkin looking brown Is spred which homely Cates in Earthen Dish do crown 4. Beyond Her Cell there lies A Path well trod To much-sought Truth 's faire Christall Spring Besides This Path some Students plod And leaving It 's Straight Way to Errour fling Who still in Crooked Blindnesse leades them wandring 5. Upon the Ground 's greene Turf the Larks do breed Who Climb with Songs the Lofty Skye Her Land is sown with smallest Seed Which beareth Plants that grow up very High In which Joy'd Birds do sing and make sweet Melody 6. About Her much white-flowr'd Self heal does grow That Inward Outward Wounds does cure And quieteth the Aking Brow And what is Sound it causeth so t' endure A rugged blacke dry Mouth from Swelling that makes pure 7. The
does beguile Vain man 'T is but the larger Isle A fixt Leviathan to stay By'ts Center Egges in Seas to lay Which seem those lesser Isles as rent From Earths vast bulk the Continent Choose out the strongest of them all Let Deeps be Trenches Ships a Wall Conceive in such a place each Port Were but a Gate unto a Fort Suppose faign'd Bacon's Magick line Did all its earth with brass combine Were 't peopled all with arms and wit Had it wealth's nerves to sinew it If Sacriledge that sin of sin And black Rebellion live within If Blasphemy that Belch of Hel And Perjury within do dwell If Murther there shews bloody hands And cruelty doth act commands If there Prophaneness makes a scorn Of what is of Religion born If hot Ambition locks with Lust And break-line Incest goes for just If foul Adultery stains the Bed From Poor Extortion snatches bread If Luxury new minteth vice If all Ills root sharp Covetise Shoots up by fraud and grows by Lyes The place is fortifi'd in vain For t is but Sand that makes the chain Were walls to heaven and these appear All 's ope to Ruine every where Since no resistance 'gainst Gods will Best Pollicies his Hests fullfil No safety but with him to joyn Repent submit Self-wills resign CONSOLATORY ESSAY XI THere is no action but tendeth to its end By that we judge whether it be Virtuous or dishonest Worthy or base Of Causes the finall is the Noble For as the Efficient gives Motion and the Formal gives Essence to the matter So the Final gives the Judgement and Appellation of all things And this doth Aristotle that Princeps Philosophorum that Alexander among the Philosophers in his first Book of his Ethicks make good 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 All art all learning every action no purpose no designe whatsoever but seems to bend towards to seek for and to aym at Propositum aliquod bonum something that we purpose to our selves to be very good Towards that the affections drive as their proper Home For that the will does press as its best purchase At that the Understanding shoots as its fairest Mark. That therefore seems to please men most that may yield them joy and safety Without joy safety is no more than a still misery without safety joy is but a laughing danger Joy without safety has too great a Spirit for a weak Body Safety without joy has too strong a Body for a distempered mind But this is rather Supposititious than Real A Chimaera in fancie more than a thing in Nature It is but the Picture of joy that has not safety And it is but an Apparition of safety wherein there is no Joy Yet the world has form'd such a Creature and is in love with the Monster Pygmalion's Image makes a stone of the Carver Pygmalion thinks he has given his Ivory Statue Sense the Statue by a kind of assimilation as Ice makes water Ice takes away Pygmalions reason Though Roman Ovid in his deathless Metamorphosis drew this forth for a Fable yet the allusion carries so much weight and substance in it and is so lively a Picture of the mistake of Apprehension and so sutable to discover the vanity of humane designes that I cannot conceive it less sutable to the gravity of our discourse to relate it than that custome deserved commendation as well as approbation of those Lacedaemonians that called forth their Children to shew them the Odiousness of reeling Images of men in the streets to deter them from the like vice by their deformity especially the story not being tedious so apposite to our purpose and so happily and incomparably rendred by M. George Sands in his 10. Book Pygmalion seeing these to spend their times So beast-like frighted with the many crimes That rule in Woman chose a single life And long before the pleasure of a Wife Mean while in Ivory with happy Art A Statue carves so shapeful in each part As Woman never equal'd it Who stands Affected to the Fabrick of his hands It seem'd a Virgine full of living flame That would have mov'd if not with-held by shame So Art it self conceal'd His Art admires From th' Image draws imaginary Fires And often feels it with his hands to try If 't were a Body or cold Ivory Nor could resolve Who kissing thought it kist Oft Courts Embraces wrings it by the Wrist The flesh impressing his conceit was such And fears to hurt it with too rude a touch Now flatters her now sparkling stones presents And Orient Pearl Loves witching instruments Soft singing Birds each several colour'd flower First Lillies painted Bulls and tears that pour From weeping Trees Rich Robes her person deck Her fingers Rings reflecting Chains her neck Pendents her ears a glitt'ring Zone her breast In all shewd well c. Now layes he her upon a Gorgeous Bed With Carpets of Sidonian Purple spread Now calls her Wife Her head a Pillow prest Of Plumy down as if with sense possest Now came the day of Venus Festival Through wealthy Cyprus solemniz'd by all White Heifers deck't with golden horns by strokes Of Axe's fall ascending incense smoaks He with his gift before the Altar stands Ye Gods if all we crave be in your hands Give me the Wife I wish One like he said But durst not say give me my Ivory Maid The golden Venus present at her Feast Conceives his wish and friendly signs exprest The Air thrice blazing sparkling thrice on high He hastes to his admired Imag'ry Couches besides her rais'd her with his arm Then kist her tempting lips and found them warm c. He Cynaras begot who might be stil'd A man most happy had he had no Child Such a Glass of Deception is the world to humane eyes cozening with false resemblances the weak imaginations of erring men Why else seek we for joy in riches or safety in strength Why do we lullaby our Fancies in the lap of Pleasures and think there is Security in Ambition When Joy dwells in Heaven and Peace is flown from off the Earth Regret attends Delight And Check of Conscience treads upon the hels of sinful Desire No Comfort No Repose but in Piety No Safety but in Divine Protection Why then plant we so many sorts of a New-found Paradise Why labour we so incessantly and inconsiderately hope for a full Harvest in vain Why rage we when we misse our Purposes as though we might be Masters of our own Actions Why cry we out of Sicknesse as though it were a Phrensie Why hate we our brethren's Infirmitie And increase our own by shunning another's weaknesse as if it were the Plague Why are our Burthens intollerable when we laid them upon our own shoulders Why account we so irreverently and are so ignorant of the Deitie when we professe our selves Christians Why war we against Heaven with our perverse Wills and so add to the heap of our Sins by our frowardnesse still more to provoke the Allmighty when there is no