The flesh is a false prophet. Psal. 14.1 The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God: false, for he shall find a God to judge the earth. Every affected sin is a false prophet to the soul. Falsehood, if it cannot deceive another, will deceive it self: as Chrysostom observes on the Psalm. Mentita est iniquitas sibi, wickedness lyed to it self, Luk. 12. Worldliness flattered the rich man with immortality in his barns false, for his passing-bell went that night. Presumption of health whispers that thou art at a league with death: false, for death is at no league with thee. Be not beguiled, as Alexander's flatterers would have gulled him with the title of Jupiters son: least being wounded, thou cry to thy flesh, as he did to his friends; this is the blood of a man, not such as issueth from the gods. Love of wine prophesies to the drunkard; To morrow shall be as to day, and much more abundant, Esa. 56.12. False, for Joel. 1.5. Awake and howl ye drunkards, for the wine is cut off from your mouth. Ambition flatters the haughty. Esa. 14.13. I will exalt my throne above the stars of God, I will arise out of the dust to sit with Princes: false, for thou shalt be brought down to the grave, and to the sides of the pit: thou shalt fall from the throne to the dust. Infidelity persuades, there shall be no reckoning, epicurism dreams of no future life; false, for the Lord shall take them away as with a whirl-wind: so that a man shall say, Verily there is a God that judgeth the earth. Pleasure says like Babylon, I am a Queen, I shall see no mourning: false, for the day of lamentation comes, worse than the wailing of Hadadrimmon in the valley of Megiddo. Pride whispers the beautiful; natures colours will last; if not, artificial ones shall help: false, for art it self shall make a fool of nature, time make a fool of art, death make a fool of all. But presumption says, God will have mercy upon all: false, for a small number is saved. But CHRISTS blood payed for all mens sins: false, for some tread that sacred blood under their feet. But if the worst come, says carnal hope, I will be sure to repent: false prophecy, for thousands are in hell that promised themselves this evasion: thou hast no patent of repentance.
The flesh is a false prophet. Psal. 14.1 The foole hath said in his heart, There is no God: false, for he shall find a God to judge the earth. Every affected sinne is a false prophet to the soule. Falshood, if it cannot deceive another, will deceive it selfe: as Chrysostome observes on the Psalm. Mentita est iniquitas sibi, wickednesse lyed to it selfe, Luk. 12. Worldlinesse flattered the rich man with immortality in his barnes false, for his passing-bell went that night. Presumption of health whispers that thou art at a league with death: false, for death is at no league with thee. Be not beguiled, as Alexanders flatterers would have gulled him with the title of Iupiters sonne: least being wounded, thou cry to thy flesh, as he did to his friends; this is the bloud of a man, not such as issueth from the gods. Love of wine prophesies to the drunkard; To morrow shall be as to day, and much more abundant, Esa. 56.12. False, for Ioel. 1.5. Awake and howle yee drunkards, for the wine is cut off from your mouth. Ambition flatters the haughty. Esa. 14.13. I will exalt my throne above the starres of God, I will arise out of the dust to sit with Princes: false, for thou shalt be brought downe to the grave, and to the sides of the pit: thou shalt fall from the throne to the dust. Infidelitie perswades, there shall be no reckoning, epicurisme dreames of no future life; false, for the Lord shall take them away as with a whirle-wind: so that a man shall say, Verily there is a God that judgeth the earth. Pleasure saies like Babylon, I am a Queene, I shall see no mourning: false, for the day of lamentation comes, worse than the wailing of Hadadrimmon in the valley of Megiddo. Pride whispers the beautifull; natures colours will last; if not, artificiall ones shall helpe: false, for art it selfe shall make a foole of nature, time make a foole of art, death make a foole of all. But presumption saies, God will have mercie upon all: false, for a small number is saved. But CHRISTS bloud payed for all mens sins: false, for some tread that sacred bloud under their feete. But if the worst come, sayes carnall hope, I will be sure to repent: false prophecie, for thousands are in hell that promised themselves this evasion: thou hast no patent of repentance.
