A commentary or, exposition upon the divine second epistle general, writtenA commentary or, exposition vpon the diuine second epistle generall, written

Hear him that spake by experience.^h Being in hell in torments, he lifts up his eyes, &c. He looked upward, for he was low enough: he lift up his eyes, that could not lift up himself. Retrusus in locum imum, qui affectavit locum primum. He would not look down to Lazarus in his misery, he must now look up to Lazarus in his felicity. Oculos quos voluptas clausit, acerbitas aperit. Where remembering his pleasures past, considering his joys lost, sensible of pains present, and fearful of greater tortures to come: he sees Ad cumulum suae paenae. ⁱLazarum in sinu Abrahae: Lazarus in Abraham's bosom. (Every believer is a child of Abraham, and whither should the child go but to the bosom of his Father?) Now he begs with more floods of scalding tears, than ever Esau sought the blessing, to have some comfort from Lazarus; send Lazarus, &c. His envious pride doth not yet forsake him. Non potuit ad Lazarum duci, sed Lazarum ad se deduci. He would have Lazarus come from the rest of heaven, to the terrors of hell. And what craves he? not an Ocean, not a river, not a pond or some small fountain, not a bucket or spoonful; but a drop. And what if all the rivers in the South had been granted him, his tongue would still have withered, and he never have cried in the language of hell; It is enough. Or had his tongue been eased, the rest of his parts would still have fried. Water might be by him, but Vinctae sunt manus, he hath no hand to reach it. O bitter day! when not the least finger (I say not, of God, but) of the meanest Saint in heaven, shall bring the least drop (I say not, of the waters of life, but) of the waters of the brook to give him comfort. He fared as delicately as the Sodomites, in the fullness of all rare viands: he went not in sack-cloth, or common garments, nor with a diseased body as Lazarus: but in purple and fine linen, not on the best day of the seven, or when he went to the Court, where it is somewhat tolerable; but every day. But now, like the Sodomites, he is snatched from his libertine surfeit to famine, from a table of viands to a Table of vengeance, from bowls of the lustiest wines to drink sulphur, from beds of down to beds of flames, from bravery to misery, O here is the emblem of wretchedness! He would have one sent to his brethren, let this calamity give warning to us all. Flame torments him, not a moderate fire.

Heare him that spake by experience.