MED. 33.
HE that lives all his life time as if he should never dye, or at least should never come to an account, but drives off his repentance, till he
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HE that lives all his life time as if he should never dye, or at least should never come to an account, but drives off his repentance, till he
lies on his death-bed, and thinkes then, one Lord have mercy is e∣nough to carry his soule to Hea∣ven, may perchance finde, instead of joy, a gulfe of endlesse, easelesse, remedilesse torments: but what say our Ancients, nunquam sera, it is never too late to doe well: why then should I ever despaire of mer∣cy? Was not the good thiefe on the Crosse admitted into Paradise? were not the Labourers sent into the Vineyard at the eleventh houre, and yet received an equall hire with the first? As I will not therefore de∣spaire, so I will not yet so presume to expect it as due, I wil not with the Epicures say, Let us eat and drinke, for to morrow we shall die: but let us repent and amend, since we may dye daily.