Englands sickness, comparatively conferred with Israels Divided into two sermons, by ThoEnglands sicknes, comparatively conferred with Israels Diuided into two sermons, by Tho

Behold hunger in her stony den, tearing up the grass with her long nails and sharp teeth, her neglected hairs grown rough and tangled, her eyes hollow, her cheeks pale, her skin rugged and swarthy, left only as a thin scarce to hide her lank entrails; nothing clean about her but her teeth, her dry bones starting up, her breasts hanging ⟨p. 50⟩over in the air, her joints swollen big and huge, her sinews shrunk, as unwilling to hold her limbs together. This is that monster, that turns men into Cannibals, unnaturally to devour one another's flesh. I have read, that at Turwyn in France, the famine was so deadly, that mans flesh was sold for food. This sickness is worse then death. Happy are we, that Gods mercy hath banished this plague from our land, Oh let not our iniquities revoke it. 3 The Pestilence we better know, as one that hath but a little while bin kept out of our doors; and watcheth when our iniquities shall again let him in. He skulks about, and will not be rid away, till repentance hath made our coast clear. This is Gods Pursuivant, that hath rode circuit in our land, and to whomsoever God hath sent him, he never returned with a non est muentus, but always brought (Si non corpus taemen animam sum causa) if not the body, yet the soul with the cause before his judgement seat. This is he that rides on the pale horse, Reu. 6. and catcheth men as with a snare, perhaps when they have most hasted from him. How hath this plague left the very streets of our Cities empty, when they seemed to have been sowed with the seed of man; how astonied the living, frighted the dying; disjoined the mutual society and succour of friend to friend, and that in a time, when comfort would have been most seasonably welcome, trembling hands, pulling dead bodies into the graves with hooks, or rolling them into pits.

Behold hunger in her stony denne, tearing vp the grasse with her long nayles and sharpe teeth, her neglected haires growne rough and tangled, her eyes hollow, her cheekes pale, her skinne rugged and swarthy, left onely as a thinne scarse to hide her lanke entrals; nothing cleane about her but her teeth, her dry bones starting vp, her breasts hangi•g ⟨p. 50⟩ouer in the aire, her ioynts swolne bigge and huge, her sinewes shrunke, as vnwilling to hold her limbes together. This is that monster, that turnes men into Canibals, vnnaturally to deuoure one anothers flesh. I haue read, that at Turwyn in France, the famine was so deadly, that mans flesh was solde for food. This sicknesse is worse then death. Happy are we, that Gods mercy hath banished this plague from our land, Oh let not our iniquities reuoke it. 3 The Pestilence wee better know, as one that hath but a little while bin kept out of our dores; and watcheth when our iniquities shall againe let him in. Hee sculkes about, and will not be rid away, till repentance hath made our coast cleare. This is Gods Purseuant, that hath rode circuit in our land, and to whomesoeuer God hath sent him, he neuer returned with a non est muentus, but alwaies brought (Si non corpus taemen animam sum causa) if not the body, yet the soule with the cause before his iudgement seate. This is he that rides on the pale horse,