distastfull, her face displeasing, and her company odious, and thou art now for amiable Paragons, for Nymphs of beauty; these are those whom thou didst court, and complement, hunt for, and haunt their society; to which thou dost stretch out thy chaunting toung, and grasping arms; to which thou dost en∣gage thy swarty heart, and blacker Soul. When thy wife can scarse have fragments, these shall have banquets; when thy wife can scarce have fair language, these shall have Dorian musick; when thy wife can scarse have seemly rayment, these shall have vails, and rails, cutworks, and networks, blew silk, and Purple, Jaspers, and Saphires; when the wife must drudg at home, these shall dance abroad; when the wife must walk on foot, these shall be coached. The Bride is cast off, and the Bedfellow embraced, the Spouse rejected, and the Curtisan en∣tertained. Howsoever the wife is tendered, and respected, die∣ted and robed, sure I am, these are fed, and clad, men will run into Debtbooks, lay in Jailes, and oftentimes hang on gib∣bets for these. And thus doth the voluptuous man measure out his time, trickle out his hours; this is the Sensuall mans day.
Thus man thou art skinned, and when thou art unskinned, what manner of wight art thou? the prodigie of the world, the horrour of the senses, fit for nothing but to be hurled upon the dunghill of nature, or to be hid in the vault of lothsomnesse; within four daies thou wilt stink above-ground, within four months thou wilt rot under-ground, thy Heirs do challenge thy Coffers, the worms thy Carkasse. VVhose shall all these things be? VVhose shalt thou be? Within a short time there will be as lit∣tle seen of thee, as of a Banquet eaten up to the bones, as of a Vessell drawn out to the dregs, as of a Castle rased to the last stone, or a City burnt down to ashes.
Oh man then, thou mist of fancy, thou bubble of pride, why art thou enamoured upon thy self? No, if thou couldst take the right glasse to behold thy physnomy, thou wouldst abhor thine own face. Beware therefore how thou dost set too high a price upon thy self, no, leave thy self magnifying humours, for when thou hast reduced thy self into thy true materialls, either living, or dying, Who art thou?
But thou wilt say, thou art injured in thrights, much is suppressed that might make thee eyed with honour? What is that? that thou art the Image of God, and a partaker of the divine nature. It is true, grace is a lustre, and sanctification, a Splendour; But bring all these perfections together, yet if thou∣wert as chast as Joseph, as meek as Moses, as just as Samuel, as righteous as Job, as zealous as Elias, as full of divine raptures, and extasies as Enoch; yet whose are all these qualifications,