Life is a Lampe whose oyle yeelds light enough:
But spent, it ends, and leaves a stinking snuffe.
Gellius compares mans
life to
Iron: Iron (saith he) if exercised, is in time consumed, if not exercised, is with rust wasted. So as this
rust▪ which indeed is
rest from imployment, doth no lesse consume the
Light or
Lampe of our
Life, than labour or exercise: for our
life decayes no lesse when wee are eating, drinking, or sleeping, than toyling or travelling about our worldly affaires. So much of our life is shortned, as wee are even in these things, which preserve and sustaine nature, imployed: thus
death creepes on us when wee least thinke of it, surprizing us when wee least expect it. Some with
Ammon carousing, others with
Haman persecuting, or with
Sanherib blaspheming, or with
Belshazzar sacri∣legiously profaning,
Ahitophel plotting, the
Children mocking, that incredulous
Prince of
Israel distrusting, or that
rich man in the Gospell presuming. Few or none with
Iacob exhorting, with Martyr-crowned
Steven blessing, with the
Apostles rejoycing, or with all those glorious
Martyrs, whose garments were deepe died in the bloud of zeale, singing and triumphing. And a good reason may be here produced, why many die so wofully dejected: for how should they cloze their dayes cheerefully, who have spent all their dayes idly? If they that disobey God, shall
plant the
vine∣yard▪ and others shall
eat the
fruit; how may those ex∣pect to be partakers of the
fruit of the
vineyard, who neither obey God nor plant vineyard? How long have many, whose exquisite endowments were at first ad∣dressed for better imployments, stood
idling in the
mar∣ket-place, never making recourse to Gods
vineyard, ei∣ther to dung or water it, refresh or cherish it; labou∣ring rather to breake downe her branches, than sustaine it? How many be there, who will rather imploy whole yeeres in contriving some curious
Banquetting-house,