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INdeed, Heaven hath the best and choicest Wine, e∣ven the Wine of Angels. This Wine is, the ravish∣ing Love of God: This transports the Understanding, and wraps up the Intellect in Extasies of Joy and Com∣fort. A brutish Man knows not this, neither doth a Fool understand it. And hath not this been thy Case,
O my Soul? How weary hast thou been of thinking of this Banquet! How soon have thy Spirits tired with me∣ditating of that Love! How ready hast thou been to think of the World, and the last Night's Revel; and how backward to reflect on this richer Entertainment! What a Weariness hath it been to thee, to survey these Glories, to walk about that Jerusalem, and to behold the Towers and Bulwarks of it?