the family of God, & shall I converse with Sathan? Is there bread enough in my Fathers house, and shall I perish for hunger? Lift up thy self, O my soul, shake off the intanglements of the flesh, break out of that bondage of the Devil, trample upon the glory of the world, and scorn to let out thy precious desires upon dung and dross, get the Moon under thy feet, cloath thy self with the Sun, put on the son of righteousness, come in∣to the palace of God, and acquaint thy self with him, for this is thy glory, this is thy excellency. Ye precious ones, who can call God Father, and the son Brother, who have fellowship with the Father and the Son, who may have communion with the Holy Ghost? What do you lying a∣mong the Potts? What do you raking in Dunghills? What do you conversing with the World? Have a holy scorn of these things, as be∣low the dignity of your souls: know your worth, esteem of your selves, as of more value then all these lower Treasures. This is your glory and your excellency, that ye are of Gods acquaintance, that ye are Sons of God, Heirs of God, & joynt-Heirs with Christ, that ye understand and know God.
There are two things wherein most men are mistaken.
First, In the Nature of Pride. Some look upon that only as Pride, which manifesteth it self in costly Apparel, and bodily Ornaments, beyond the degree and rank of the person. Some look no further then the carriage of one man to∣wards another. Now favourably consider with me, that the greatest Pride in the world is mans undue esteem of himself toward God; and this