The seuententh Sermon, which is the fourth vpon the fourth Chapter, and the firste vpon the fift Chapter.
This Sermon conteyneth still the exposition of the xviij. and xix, verses of the fourth Chapter, and then as followeth.
20 From morning to Euening they bee destroyed, and bicause no man setteth his minde vpon it, they perish for euer.
21 Doth not their excellencie go avvay vvith them? they shall perishe, [but] not in vvisedome.
Nowe followeth the fifte Chapter.
1 CAll novv if there be any to aunsvvere thee, and consider any one of the Sainctes.
2 Doubtlesse, Anger sleaeth the foole, and enuie killeth the vvitlesse person.
WE haue seene already wherevn∣to this talketendeth: that is to [ 30] witte, to humble men, bycause they be farre from the perfecti∣on of the Angels. And sith the case stādeth so, that if God li∣steth to iudge his Angelles with rigor, hee shoulde finde sault y∣nough in thē: what thē should become of thē which are so vnable to say any thing for themselues, as they haue no∣thing in thē but vanity? Neuertheles it might seeme, that that which is rehersed here, was not sufficiēt to proue the [ 40] intent of Eliphas. For albeit that mē be feeble, and albeit that their life be nothing: yet doth it not therfore follow, that they bee either sinners or faultie before God. For they be seueral things to say, our life is trāsitory, & vani∣sheth away euery minute of an houre, & to say that God may cōdemne vs. But if all things be well cōsidered: the reasons that are here alleaged, are fitte for the purpose. For the case stādeth not simply vpō mens frailtie as in re∣spect of their bodies: but vpō theyr dwelling here in this corruptible flesh, & that they be so earthly as they thinke [ 50] not on themselues, although they haue death cōtinually before their eies. Also wee must marke the comparison in such maner & forme as it is set down here, betweene the Angels & mortall men. VVe see the Angels are nere vn∣to God, and beholde his glory, & are wholy giuen to his seruice: & yet for all that, there is no stedfastnesse in thē, further than they be vphilde by the grace of God: They might fade and vanish away of thēselues, were it not that God of his meere goodnesse mainteyned them. But now let vs come to men. VVhere dwell they? They bee farre [ 60] inough off frō the said heauēly glory, they are here in the sayd transitory lodging: for what else are our bodies? Thē are we (to speake properly) in our graues. For our bodies are prisons, as darke to hinder vs from the beholding of God, as if wee were alreadie vnder the earth. VVhat is our foundation? duste: and yet wee consider our selues neuer the more, how that wee continually go into decay, and that death threatneth vs incessantly: we consider not this a whitte. Therefore wee neede not too woonder though there be nothing else but infirmitie in men, seeing that the Angels whiche are so neere vnto God, haue not so exquisite a perfection, but that God maye condemne them if he list to enter into iudgement with them. Now we see that the argumēt whiche Eliphas vseth here, is ve∣ry fit and agreing to his purpose. But nowe remayneth to wey the words that are touched here, that we may adua∣tage our selues by them. Truely when any man speaketh to vs of the shortnesse of our life, we thinke it to be but a nedelesse talk: for who is he that knowes it not? But it is not for nought that God speaketh so oft of it, and putteth vs in remembrance of it. For had we throughly concey∣ued what our life is: it is certayne, that firste wee woulde not bee so worldly as wee bee, neyther woulde oure thoughts bee so blockishe as they bee: And secondly we would haue regarde of the heauenly kingdome, and rest our selues wholly thervpon. But we despise the heauenly life and are so intangled heere, as wee cannot be drawne hence. It foloweth then that none of vs knowe what the thing is which euery of vs confesseth: that is to say, that our life is but as a shadow that passeth away, & that a mā is but like a floure, or a greene herbe, which incontinent∣ly is cut downe and withereth. To be short, although the prouerbs that import the ouershortnesse of this worldly life haue alwayes bene rife ynough, & yet still are: yet do