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I could willingly steppe out a little to chide those, that neglecting Gods Earth, the Soul; fall to trimming with a curious superstition the Earths earth, clay and loam: a body of corruption painted, till it shine like a Lilly (like it in whiteness, not in humility,¹ the candour of beauty; for the Lilly grows low; Lilium conuallium, a flower of the valleys and bottoms) a little slime done over with a past-board; rottenness hid under ⟨p. 5⟩golden leaves; stench lapped up in a bundle of silks: and by reason of poison sucked from sin and hell, worthy of no better attribute then glorious damnation. Is there no sickness? is there no disgrace? is there no old age? is there no death? that you make so much of this earth. Or do you desperately resolve to dote on it living, as if you never hoped to find it again being dead? Fear not, you shall meet with it again; perhaps when you would not. God hath struck as gallant, as you can make or think your selves, with sudden, sore, and sure judgements. Believe it, his hand is his own. His arm was never yet broken, luxate, or manacled.

I could willingly steppe out a little to chide those, that neglecting Gods Earth, the Soule; fall to trimming with a curious superstition the Earths earth, clay and lome: a body of corruption painted, til it shine like a Lilly (like it in whitenesse, not in humility,¹ the candor of beautie; for the Lilly growes lowe; Lilium conuallium, a flower of the vallies and bottomes) a little slime done ouer with a past-boord; rottennesse hidde vnder ⟨p. 5⟩golden leaues; stench lapp'd vp in a bundle of silkes: and by reason of poison suck'd from sinne and hell, worthy of no better attribute then glorious damnation. Is there no sicknesse? is there no disgrace? is there no old age? is there no death? that you make so much of this earth. Or doe you desperately resolue to dote on it liuing, as if you neuer hoped to finde it againe being dead? Feare not, you shall meet with it againe; perhaps when you would not. God hath struck as gallant, as you can make or thinke your selues, with sodaine, sore, and sure iudgements. Beleeue it, his hand is his owne. His arme was neuer yet broken, luxate, or manacled.