life) foresees, disposes our affaires; Piety, our selves. That discharges our devoirs, This guides all events (prosperous or adverse) to our eternal (if it cannot temporall) felicity. Hence we have a method either to prevent misery, or of turning it into better luck, by being unhappy. Cross chances I grant, are but sower friends, rather to be enter∣tained then invited; yet 'tis too visible none are more wretched, then those that most court for∣tune. Give mee Indifferency and I'le bee fortunes fate, and fortunate, maugre her despight. As to time it self, the best description of it, is to employ it well. 'Tis a thing of so swift an Essence, that 'tis gone before we can think what it is. 'Tis the mea∣sure of sublunary beings, and proclaimes to us, (by its height) how fast wee our selves fade, and dwindle away. The past is no more ours, then frugall usage▪ has made it so. The future is not; and so, uncertain whether 'twill ever be in our power. What of it we can own is only the pre∣sent, and this so coy, that if not taken by the sore∣top, 'tis vanisht, like a Ghost▪ and leaves us no∣thing, but cause to repent and gaze. Ah! my friend, how pretious our moments; on these short Instances depends our whole Eternity. Temporall existence is as fickle as temporall happinesse; both participate of the nature of time, are fleeting•• In this casualty then, let us fix on what is truely du∣rable: above floating▪ incertainties, beyond tempo∣rall lastingnesse. Whilst our minutes fly from us, our selves speed faster towards unchangeable per∣manency, so we doe in naturall tendency; but let us by virtue's vigours. Each hour posts away with it's length of our life; The old year is gone, if ou•• imperfections with it, 'twas well spent; if not, there's the more ne••d we spend the New better▪