made his credit his God, and God shall cast him into lowest dis∣grace; or bring him that idolized his riches, into a condition, wherein they cannot help him; or cause them to take wing and flie away, or the rust to corrupt, and the thief to steal his a∣dored god in a night, or an hour; what a help is here to this work of Conviction? When a man that made his pleasure his god, whether ease, or sports, or mirth, or company, or gluttony, or drunkenness, or cloathing, or buildings, or whatsoever a raging eye, a curious ear, a raging appetite, or a lustful heart could desire; and God shall take these from him, or give him their sting and curse with them, and turn them all into Gall and Wormwood; what a help is here to this Conviction? When God shall cast a man into languishing sickness, and inflict wounds and anguish on his heart, and stir up against him, his own Conscience, and then, as it were, take the sinner by the hand, and lead him to credit, to riches, to pleasure, to company, to sports, or whatsoever was dearest to him, and say, Now try if these can help you; can these heal thy wounded conscience? can they now support thy tottering cot∣age? can they keep thy departing soul in thy body? or save thee from mine everlasting wrath? will they prove to thee eternal pleasures? or redeem thy Soul from the eternal flames? cry aloud to them, and see now, whether these will be instead of God, and his Christ unto thee. O how this works now with the sinner! When sense it self acknowledgeth the truth? and even the flesh is convinced of the Creatures vanity? and our very deceiver is un∣deceived? Now he despiseth his former Idols, and calleth them all but silly Comforters, Wooden, Earthen, Dirty gods, of a few days old, and quickly perishing: He speaketh as contemptu∣ously of them, as Baruck of the Pagan Idols, or our Martyrs of the Papists god of Bread, which was yesterday in the Oven, and is to morrow on the Dunghil: He chideth himself for his former folly, and pitieth those that have no higher happiness. O poor Craesus, Caesar, Alexander, (thinks he) how small? how short was your happiness? Ah poor riches! base honors! woful pleasures! sad mirth! ignorant learning! defiled, dunghil, counterfeit righ∣teousness! poor stuff to make a god of! simple things to save souls! Wo to them that have no better a portion, no surer savi∣ours, nor greater comforts then these can yield, in their last and great distress and need! In their own place they are sweet and