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3 Gods favour and anger changeth the use of the creatures. The rain from above, and the fountains below, are things we cannot lack: yet did his wrath make these the instruments of the worlds desolation. He can turn principal helps to principal plagues. The wind is a fan to purge the air, as the lungs lie by the heart to do it good: it is the only means of sailing; yet how often hath it brought the vessel to ruin? Children, the dearest jewels of love, the living pictures of their parents; are often made their heaviest scourges. The wife, one half of mans self, the best of temporal blessings, becomes not seldom the fearfullest Cross. The Quails, so dainty flesh, were Israels rats-bane: and the children of the Prophets dyed by a bitter herb in the pot ordained for their sustenance. Fire, so unspareable an element, consumeth a whole City in Gods anger. The earth that firmly supports us, hath swallowed the wicked; the bread that nourisheth, choked them. All which should make us fearful of offending, lest our comforts become our corrosives; the delight of our eyes, our eye-sores: our tables a snare, and that which should have been for our wealth,^l an occasion of falling. Gods displeasure upon our sin, is able to turn nature upside down, that like Sennacherib, we become the spoil of own bowels.

3 Gods favour and anger changeth the use of the creatures. The raine from above, and the fountaines below, are things we cannot lacke: yet did his wrath make these the instruments of the worlds desolation. He can turne principall helpes to principall plagues. The wind is a fanne to purge the aire, as the lungs lie by the heart to doe it good: it is the only meanes of sailing; yet how often hath it brought the vessell to ruine? Children, the dearest jewels of love, the living pictures of their parents; are often made their heaviest scourges. The wife, one halfe of mans selfe, the best of temporall blessings, becomes not seldome the fearefullest Crosse. The Quailes, so daintie flesh, were Israels rats-bane: and the children of the Prophets dyed by a bitter hearbe in the pot ordained for their sustenance. Fire, so unspareable an element, consumeth a whole Citie in Gods anger. The earth that firmely supports us, hath swallowed the wicked; the bread that nourisheth, choked them. All which should make us fearefull of offending, lest our comforts become our corrosives; the delight of our eyes, our eye-sores: our tables a snare, and that which should have beene for our wealth,