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As for worldly matters, his love and esteem to them was so little, as no man can more ambitiously seek, than he did earnestly endeavour the resignation of an Ecclesiastical dignity, which he was possessor of. But God permitted not the accomplishment of this desire, having ordained him his instrument for re-edifying of the Church belonging thereunto, that had lain ruinated almost twenty years. The reparation whereof, having been uneffectually attempted by public collections, was in the end by his own and some few others’ private free-will-offerings successfully effected. With the remembrance whereof, as of an especial good work, when a friend went about to comfort him on his death-bed, he made answer, good work, if it be sprinkled with the blood of Christ:” otherwise than in this respect he could find nothing to glory or comfort himself with, neither in this nor in any other thing.
And these are but a few of many that might be said, which we have chosen to premise as a glance to some parts of the ensuing book, and for an example to the Reader.
We conclude all with his own Motto, with which he used to conclude all things that might seem to tend any way to his own honour,
It is a
66 Less than the least of God's mercies.”
LORD, MY FIRST FRUITS PRESENT THEMSELVES TO THEE;
TURN THEIR EYES HITHER, WHO SHALL MAKE A GAIN :
Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure, Hearken unto a Verser, who
chance Rhyme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure ;
A verse may find him, who a sermon flies,
Beware of lust; it doth pollute and foul
How dare those eyes upon a Bible look,
Wholly abstain, or wed. Thy bounteous Lord
Continence hath his joy: weigh both; and so
If God had laid all common, certainly
O what were man, might he himself misplace!
Drink not the third glass, which thou canst not tame,
the shame, Which it would pour on thee, upon the floor.
It is most just to throw that on the ground, Which would throw me there, if I keep the round.
He that is drunken may his mother kill
The drunkard forfeits Man, and doth divest
Shall I, to please another's wine-sprung mind,
Stay at the third glass : if thou lose thy hold,
If reason move not Gallants, quit the room;
Stay at the third cup, or forego the place.
Yet, if thou sin in wine or wantonness,
He makes flat war with God, and doth defy
Take not His name, who made thy mouth, in vain :
sluice Lets his soul run for nought, as little fearing : Were I an Epicure, I could bate swearing.
When thou dost tell another's jest, therein
Play not away the virtue of that name, (tame.
The cheapest sins most dearly punish'd are;
If thou wilt die, the gates of hell are broad :