Creatures.
The voice the creatures cry is, content∣ment and rest is not in me.
The creatures are full of emptinesse, they satisfie but a small time, & spend in the using.
Every earthly blessing hath it's vexation.
The creatures cannot be injoyed without sorrow.
All the creatures are fading, part we must with them, and with life ere long.
The reason we are so subject to be drawn away with the creatures, is, because wee see not the emptinesse of them.
The creatures are like brookes, whose wa∣ter faileth when we have most need of them.
The more we leane upon the creatures, the more we are pierced by them.
What so ever we depend upon, besides God and his Word, is but creature-confidence.