and a Soul all filth (as one speaks) a Body neatly cloathed and dressed, with a Soul all naked and unready: a Body fed, and a Soul starved; a Body full of the Creature, and a Soul empty of Christ: these are poor Souls indeed. We smile at little children, who in a kind of laborious idleness, take a great deal of pains to make and trim their Ba∣bies, or build their little houses of Sticks and straws. And what are they but children of a bigger size, that keep such ado about the Body, a house of Clay? a weak pile, that must perish in a few days! 'Tis admirible, and very convictive of most Christians what we read in an Heathen. I confess (saith Seneca) there is a love to the Body im∣planted in us all, we have the Tutilage and charge of it, we may be kind and indulgent to it, but must not serve it, but he that serves it, is a servant to many cares, fears and passi∣ons. Let us have a diligent care of it, yet so as when Rea∣son requires, when our Dignity or faith requires it, we com∣mit it to the fire.
'Tis true, the Body is beloved of the Soul, and God re∣quires, that it moderately care for the necessities and con∣veniences of it, but to be fond, indulgent, and constantly sollicitous about it, is both the sin, and snare of the Soul. One of the Fathers being invited to dine with a Lady, and waiting some hours till she was drest, and fit to come down, when he saw her, he fell a weeping, and being demanded why he wept, O saith he, I am troubled that you should spend so many hours this morning in pinning and trimming your Body, when I have not spent half the time in Praying, Repenting, and caring for my own Soul. Two things a Master commits to his Servants care, (saith one) the Child, and the Childs cloaths: it will be but a poor excuse for the Servant to say, at his Masters return, Sir, here are all the Childs cloaths neat and clean, but the child is lost. Much so will be the account that many will give to God of their Souls and Bodies at the great day. Lord, here is my Body,