Can you mend your selves any where? &c. But the poor soul is ready to hang her comforts on every hedge, shift and shark in e∣very by-corner for comfort, and never come at Christ with the hemorrhoisse, till all be spent, till she be forsaken of her hopes. Men will not desire Christ. till shaken.
All ye]
All, is a little word, but of large extent. The pro∣mises are indefinite, and exclude none. It is not for us to be in∣terlining Gods-Covenant, and excepting our selves, how bad so∣ever, if broken-hearted.
That labour]
Even to 〈◊〉〈◊〉, but to no purpose, labour in the fire where you can make nothing of your labour.
And are heavy laden]
Poised to an inch, ready to be weigh∣ed down to hell, with the turn of a scale, with the dust of a 〈◊〉〈◊〉 superadded. Others might have Christ, if they would come to him. But till then, none will come. Steep thy thoughts in this sweet sentence, thou burdened soul, and come away to the Master, (as they said to blinde Bartimeus) for behold he calleth thee,
And I will give you rest]
No rest to the weary soul but in Christ, (as the dove found no rest till shee returned to the Arke) 〈◊〉〈◊〉 flees from this thing to that, as the bee doth from flower to flower to get hony, as Saul sought his asses from place to place. But as he found them at home after all, so must we finde rest and refreshing in Christ, or not at all. Let him that walketh in dark∣nesse, and hath no light, trust in the name of the Lord, and stay up∣on his God. As for those that will kindle a strange fire, and compasse them selves about with the sparks of their own tinderboxes, let them walk while they will in the light of their fire and in the sparks that they have kindled, But this shall they have of Christs hand, they shall lye down in sorrow, Isa. 50 10. 11.