[ LXXIII] Christ and the good Christian are companions inseperable.
IT was the pride of Seneca,* 1.1 and he boasted much, Ubicunque ago, Demetrium cir∣cumfero, That wheresoever he went▪ he bare Demetrius with him. O that we could but say the like of God, Ubicunque ago, Deum circumfero, Wheresoever I go, I bear Christ Iesus with me, not in a materiall Crucifix, or a visible Picture of him wrought in gold,* 1.2 or framed in silver, but the sweet remembrance of my blessed Saviour, that is ever with me; the print of his love, the example of his ver∣tue, the image of his goodnesse, the record of his mercy, all the miracles that he wrought for my conversion, all the miseries that he endured for my liberty, all the indignities that he sustained for my salvation; the power of his death, the tri∣umphs of his Crosse, the glory of his rising, the comfort of his appearing, is that which I lay as Camphire between my breasts,* 1.3 that which I hugge with all my soul; wheresoever I go, whatsoever I do, Christ is still with me, (saith the devout soul) as the lot of mine inheritance, as the crown of my felicity.