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Well, o my soul, what hinders thee from practising this vertue? 'tis thy duty to practise it, tis in thy power to performe it, God ordains it, thy Jesus urges its performance thy sal∣vation depends upon it, thou oughtest from this very day forward, to pra∣ctice it, why wilt thou not? what hinders thee? o I see very well what it is, tis such & such a hankering, such a vanity, such a curiosity, such a passionate word, such & such occa∣sions: what? ought a creature to rob thee of thy Creatour? wilt thou always live unfaithfull? what, wilt thou never as long as thou livest, be intirely gods? & how then canst thou hope to be intirely his in Eternity? my God, I am yours, no my dear Jesus, no toy or trifle shall any more hinder me from being intirely yours, I will not any more rob you of a heart which is so justly yours, & which besides, has cost you so dear.