The black devil or the apostate Together with the wolf worrying the lambs. And…The blacke devil or the apostate Together with the wolfe worrying the lambes. And…

Nay even the delights of the world are bitter, sour, and unsavoury. For if medio de fonte lepôrum, there hap not surgere amari aliquid; yet knowest thou not, it will be bitterness in the end? Rejoice, oh young man, ¹in thy youth, & let thy heart cheer thee, &c. But know thou, that for all these things, God will bring thee into judgment. It may be honey in the Palate, it is gal in the bowels. Job. 20. Though wickedness be sweet in his ²mouth, though he hide it under his tongue: Though he spare it, and forsake it not, but keep it still within his mouth. Yet his meat in his bowels is turned, it is the gall of Asps within him. He that swims in a full sea of riches, and is borne up with whole floods of delights, is but like a Sumpter-horse, that hath carried the Trunks all day, and at night his treasure is taken from him, and himself turned into a foul stable; perhaps with a galled back. The rich worldling is but a hired Porter, that carries a great load of wealth on his weary back all his day, till he groan under it: at night, when the Sun of his life sets, it is taken from him; and he is turned into a foul stable, a squalid grave: perchance with a galled shoulder, a raw and macerated conscience.

Nay euen the delights of the world are bitter, sowre, and vnsauory. For if medio de fonte lepôrum, there hap not surgere amari aliquid; yet knowest thou not, it will be bitternesse in the end? Reioyce, oh yong man, ¹in thy youth, & let thy heart cheare thee, &c. But know thou, that for all these things, God will bring thee into iudgmēt. It may be hony in the Palate, it is gal in the bowels. Iob. 20. Though wickednesse be sweet in his ²mouth, though he hide it vnder his tongue: Though he spare it, and forsake it not, but keepe it still within his mouth. Yet his meat in his bowels is turned, it is the gall of Aspes within him. He that swims in a full sea of riches, and is borne vp with whole flouds of delights, is but like a Sumpter-horse, that hath carried the Trunkes all day, and at night his treasure is taken from him, and himselfe turned into a foule stable; perhaps with a gall'd back. The rich worldling is but a hir'd Porter, that carries a great load of wealth on his weary backe all his day, till he grone vnder it: at night, when the Sun of his life sets, it is taken from him; and he is turn'd into a foule stable, a squallid graue: perchance with a gall'd shoulder, a raw and macerated conscience.