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…

There slides by the meagre ghost of malice, her blood drunk up, the marrow of her bones wasted, her whole body like a mere Anatomy. There fly a crew of Oaths, like a flight of dismal Ravens; croaking the Plague to the House, where the Swearer is. Zach. 5. Nay, ruin to the whole Land. Jer. 23. For Oaths the Land mourneth. Here reels drunkenness, with swollen eyes, stammering feet: befriended of that poor remnant of all his wealth, (the richly stocked grounds, richly furnished house, richly filled purse, are all wasted; and nothing is left rich but) the nose. There goes murder from Aceldama, the field of blood, to Golgotha the place of dead sculls, and from thence to Hinnon the valley of fire and torments. There see Atheism projecting to displant the Paradise of God, and turn it to a wilderness of Serpents. Heaven is held but a Poets fable: and the terrors of hell, like Hercules club in the Tragedy, of huge bulk, but rags and straw are the stuffing. Creatures that have a little time on earth, & then vanish. Tu qui dicis, Transit Christianus, ipse transis sine Christianis. Thou that sayest, the Christians perish, ⟨p. 54⟩doest perish thy self, and leave the Christians behind thee. Whither go these Atheists? I believe not to heaven; for they believe there is no heaven. They shall never have those joys, they would nor believe. They are not in hell neither: there is no Atheist. Where then? In hell they are indeed, but not as Atheists. They no sooner put their heads within those gates, but Atheism drops off: they believe and feel now, there is a God.

There slides by the meager ghost of malice, her blood drunke vp, the marrow of her bones wasted, her whole body like a meere Anatomy. There flye a crew of Oaths, like a flight of dismall Rauens; croking the Plague to the House, where the Swearer is. Zach. 5. Nay, ruine to the whole Land. Ier. 23. For Oathes the Land mourneth. Here reeles drunkennesse, with swolne eyes, stammering feete: befriended of that poore remnant of all his wealth, (the richlie stock'd grounds, richly furnish'd house, richly fild purse, are all wasted; and nothing is left rich but) the nose. There goes murther from Aceldama, the field of blood, to Golgotha the place of dead sculs, and from thence to Hinnon the valley of fire and torments. There see Atheisme proiecting to displant the Paradise of God, and turne it to a wildernes of Serpents. Heauen is held but a Poets fable: and the terrors of hell, like Hercules club in the Tragedy, of huge bulke, but ragges and straw are the stuffing. Creatures that haue a little time on earth, & then vanish. Tu qui dicis, Transit Christianus, ipse transis sine Christianis. Thou that sayest, the Christians perish,