[ 1710] The true comfort of Election.
A Man may have his name set down in the Chronicles,* 1.1 yet lost; wrought in durable Marble, yet perish; set upon a Monument equall to a Colossus, yet be ignominious; inscribed on the Hospital gates, yet go to Hell; written in the front of his own house, yet another come to possesse it: All these are but writings in the dust, or upon the waters, where the characters perish so soon as they are made; they no more prove a Man happy then the Fool could prove Pontius Pi∣late because his name was written in the Creed.* 1.2 But the true comfort is this, when a Man by assurance can conclude with his own Soul, that his name is written in those eternal leaves of Heaven, in the book of Gods Election, which shall never be wrapped up in the cloudy sheets of darknesse, but remain legible to all Eternity.