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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A51278	A sermon preach'd at the Hague, at the funeral of the late Prince of Orange (father to his present Majesty King William III.) who died in the year 1650. wherein the life and actions of his present Majesty are prophetically foretold. By the learned Mr. Morus. Translated out of French by Daniel la Fite, M.A. rector of Woolavington in Sussex.	More, Alexander, 1616-1670.; Lafite, Daniel.	1694 (1694)	Wing M2627; ESTC R216378	16,178	31

Satisfaction to all our Wishes Treasures Pleasures and Honours without Stint or bound in their Nature Measure or Duration So that we are to understand by the Glory of the Flesh the condition of a Man who wants nothing neither Riches nor Pleasures nor Honours Take saith our Prophet Flesh in the fullest Enjoyment and Plenty of all things in the most flourishing Gayety Pomp Splendor and Lustre at the very top of Honour yea though upon a Throne though abounding with immense Riches though having his Enemies lying at his Feet and being Master of the whole World yet in the midst of all these Joys Elevations and Triumph he will be liable to that damping Thought But for all this thou art mortal and all this must end in Death All this Pomp and Triumph is but of one Day 't is but a Flower of the Field and this Flower is an Herb which though blown and flourishing yet is still but an Herb and all the Glory and Goodliness thereof nothing but Flesh well painted and trimly deck'd indeed yet for all that at the bottom nothing but Flesh A Flower is no less fading perishing nor less subject to be trod under foot or to be scorch'd and withered by the Sun than the Grass is As they grow in the same Field they are liable to be cut down with the Edge of the same Sithe or Sickle When the Harvest is come Death spares none singles out none but mows down all with his dreadful Sithe Rich and Poor Nobles and Commons Bond and Free Grass and Flowers without making any Distinction at all But the Word of our God shall stand for ever You expected probably that the Prophet would have opposed Flesh to Spirit and the Body to the Soul and that he would have express'd himself to this purpose All Flesh is as Grass but the Mind of Man is a Divine Flame and Celestial Light which can never be extinguish'd and his Soul is immortal But no such thing there is nothing saith he but the Word of God that is Eternal if the Soul of Man be not born again of the incorruptible Seed of this Word don't flatter it with lying Titles don't call it immortal after that the Judg of the World hath pronounc'd this unerring and irrevocable Sentence The Soul that sins it shall die This is the Stile of the Prophets not of the Philosophers these indeed take great Pains to evince by Arguments the Immortality of the Soul but the former teach us that Souls die an Eternal Death when the Word of the Lord is not found rooted and ingrafted in them This is the only Principle of Life and Immortality without which the Soul's Immortality will only serve to plunge it into a Death nay into a thousand cruel Deaths and that eternally The Immortality of the Soul consists only in its Holiness and Conformity to God But consider we further the Opposition the Prophet makes here of the Word of God to all the Glory of the World This latter cannot with all the Efforts of her Vanity so much as make one Flower nor the least Spire of Grass whereas the Word of God hath made all things and still supports and upholds all it hath made even the whole Universe The Glory of the World sheds and shews all its Lustre all its Force on the Surface of things if you pry beyond that the Inside is nothing but Misery nothing but Frailty The Word of God on the contrary carries its Treasure in an Earthen Vessel outwardly to look upon it nothing seems more weak nothing more contemptible 't is a Voice crying in the Wilderness 't is a Man that speaks a poor Mortal it seems but a beating of the Air a Sound which the Wind carries away as fast as it is uttered And yet by this weak Instrument by the Foolishness of Preaching God brings forth his Wonders gaining the Heart by the Ear and converting it to himself and planting in it by his Spirit the sacred Sprig of Eternal Life The Words that I speak they are Spirit they are Life The Heavens and Earth shall pass away but my Word shall never pass away And thus have I as briefly as I could consider'd my Text. I shall now in the next place apply it to the present occasion The Voice saith Cry but to whom shall I cry To thee O Lord but thou art offended To the Angels and Saints but they cannot hear me To the Thrones of the Earth * King Charles had been beheaded two Years before but they are cast down To our Prince but he can no longer hear and yet he speaks I will therefore repeat his Voice to thy People and cry All Flesh is Grass Here is a Voice that cries O my Son another O my Husband and others my Brother and another would cry † The Princess was then big with Child of this our King if he could O my Father So many other Voices cry my Fortune and Well being The whole Church hath mourned and all Europe hath lamented But all the Voices that compose the several Notes of this mournful Harmony do all accord and concenter in this Chorus that all Flesh is Grass and all the Glory thereof as the Flower of the Field Imagine his Highness by a Miracle standing again upon his Feet in this Place where he has so often appeared and where he did so often display the Beams of his Light and of his Joy and crying in this Assembly who would not be moved at it who would not be touch'd at the bottom of their Hearts But there is no need of all this when without standing without walking stark dead and without Motion as he is he ceaseth not to cry out Yea his very being without Motion is that which speaketh loudest to us and proclaims as by a Voice from Heaven that the empty Scheme and Fashion of this World passeth away and we our selves together with it The Throne leaves some and others leave it and as there is but one Kingdom that cannot be shaken in the Heavens so neither is there any more than one God who is the immortal King of Ages The Voice of our dead Prince therefore cries Don't weep for me but weep for your selves consider your own case O Mortals I shall come no more where you are but you shall come where I am And why are you afraid to come up hither You are surrounded with a World that is involv'd and plung'd in Sin and Evil and yet you are not willing to go out of it and you have over your Heads a glorious Heaven and yet are unwilling to ascend thither From this lofty Mansion whither I am got I behold your great Multitudes of People as so many busy Ants the World as a Shadow and the Earth as a Point I am here above your Enemies and Miseries above your Fears and Hopes above your Covetousness and Revenge out of the reach of Calumnies and Ingratitude and all those many Passions which divide all