Arise ye, depart, this is not your Rest▪ because it is polluted.
Thirdly, The nature of all these things may convince you, That they cannot be a Christians true rest. They are too poor to make us such; and too low to raise us to happiness; and too empty to fill our souls; and too base to make us blessed; and of too short continuance, to be our eternal contents. They cannot subsist them∣selves, without support from Heaven; how then can they give sub∣sistence to our souls? Sure if prosperity, or whatsoever we can here desire, be too base to make us gods of, then are they too base to be our rest.
Fourthly, That which is the Souls true rest, must be sufficient to afford it perpetual satisfaction: But all things below do delight us onely with fresh variety. The content which any Creature afford∣eth, doth wax old and abate after a short enjoyment: We pine away for them, as Amnon for his sister; and when we have satis∣fied our desire, we are weary of them, and loath them. If God should rain down Angels food, after a while our souls would loath that dry Manna. The most dainty fare, the most costly clothing would not please us, were we tied to them alone. The most sump∣tuous house, the softest bed, were we confined to them, would be but a prison. One recreation pleaseth not long; we must have supply of new, or our delights will languish, nay, our delight in our society and friendship, especially if carnal, is strongest while fresh. And in the Ordinances of God themselves, (so far as we delight in them for themselves and not for God) if novelty sup∣port not, our delight grows dull. If we hear still the same Minister; or if in Preaching and Praying, he use oft the same expressions; or if he Preach oft the same Sermon? how dull grows our devoti∣on, though the matter be never so good, and at first did never so highly please us? If we read the most excellent and pleasing Books, the third or fourth reading is usually more heartless, then the first or second▪ Nay, in our general way of Christianity, our first god∣ly acquaintance, our first Preachers, our first Books, our first Duties, have too commonly our strongest affections. All Creatures are to us, as the flowers to the Bee. There is but little of that matter which affords them honey on any flower; and therefore they must have supply of fresh variety, and take of each a superficial taste, and so to the next yea, some having gone through variety of States, and ••asted of the pleasures of their own Countrey, do