[ 1970] The Soul••s neglect, condemned.
THere is a story of a Woman, who when her house was on fire, so minded the saving of her goods, that she forgot her onely child, and left it burning in the fire;* 1.1 at last being minded of it, she cryes out, Oh my child, Oh my poor child. So it is, that the most of Men here in this World scrabble for a little pelf, and in the mean time let their Souls be consumed with cares, and then at the time of their death cry out,* 1.2 Oh my Soul, Oh my poor Soul; so mad are they, so bewitched with the things of this life, that while they pamper their bodies, they starve their Souls; great care is taken to neati••ie the one, when the other goes bare enough, not having one rag of Righteousnesse to cover it, so that many times under a silken and Sattin Suit; there's a very coorse Soul; in a clean house a sluttish Soul; under a beautifull face a deformed Soul; but all such will one day find, that he that winneth the world with the losse of his Soul, hath but a hard bargain of it in the conclusion.