64. And when they had blindfolded him, they stroke him on the Face, and asked him, saying, Prophesie who is it that smote thee.
WHat dreadful Sins doth brutish Ignorance put Men upon! Sins that, were their Eyes open, would make their Hair stand an end! Had these Wretches known who it was they abused thus, it would have precipitated them into the Gulph of Sorrow and Despair. O my Soul, how is it that thou dost not quake to think of the Sins thou didst commit in thy Ignorance! How didst thou laugh at Sins, which have made other good Men weep Rivers of Tears! How bold hast thou been in the Affronts of the Divine Majesty! Affronts, at the Thoughts of which some Saints have swoon'd, and yet thou canst think of them at this time without Indig∣nation. Thou wouldst, indeed, commit them no more, 'tis like; but how should the very Remembrance of them strike Terrour into thy Mind, and make thee wish for Fountains of Water to bewail them!