Five sermons preached upon sundry especial occasions Viz. 1 The sinners mourning habitFiue sermons preached vpon sundry especiall occasions Viz. 1 The sinners mourning habit

The Sun comes forth of his Chamber ⟨p. 27⟩like a Bridegroom, fresh and lively; and rejoiceth as a Giant, to run his diurnal course, to lighten us with his refulgent beams, to generate, cheer, and mature things with his parental heat: this is his fruit. In his absence the Moon and Stars adorn the Canopy of Heaven, reflecting their operative influence to quicken the lower world: this is their fruits. The curled clouds, those bottles of rain, thin as the liquor they contain, fly up and down on the wings of the wind, delivering their moist burdens upon the earth, teats whereon the hungry fields and pastures do suck; yet they expect no harvest from us: this is their fruits. The subtle winds come puffing out of their caverns, to make artificial motions, wholesome airs, and navigable seas; yet neither earth, air, nor sea return them recompense: this is their fruits. The earth, in a thankful imitation of the Heavens, locks not up her treasures within her own Coffers; but without respect of her private benefit, is liberal of her allowance, yielding her fatness and riches to innumerable creatures, that hang on her breasts, and depend upon her as their common mother for maintenance: Of the beasts that feed upon her, Kine give us their milk, Sheep their wool: every one pays a tribute to man, their usufructuary Lord: this is their fruits. Fruit-bearing ⟨p. 28⟩Trees spend not all their sap and moisture upon themselves, or the increase of their own magnitudes: but the principal and purer part of it is concocted into some pleasant Fruits; whereof they nor their young Springs ever come to taste; but they proffer it us, and when it is ripe, they voluntarily let it fall at their Masters feet. Never did the Olive anoint it self with the own Oil, nor the Vine make it self drunk with the own Grapes, nor the Tree in my Text, devour the own Figs: yet they all strive to abound with Fruits.

The Sunne comes foorth of his Chamber ⟨p. 27⟩like a Bridegrome, fresh and liuely; and reioyceth as a Gyant, to runne his diurnall course, to lighten vs with his refulgent beames, to generate, cheere, and mature things with his parentall heate: this is his fruite. In his absence the Moone and Starres adorne the Canopie of Heauen, reflecting their operatiue influence to quicken the lower world: this is their fruites. The curled cloudes, those bottles of raine, thinne as the liquour they containe, flye vp and downe on the wings of the winde, deliuering their moyst burdens vpon the earth, teats whereon the hungry fields and pastures doe sucke; yet they expect no haruest from vs: this is their fruites. The subtill winds come puffing out of their cauernes, to make artificiall motions, wholesome ayres, and nauigable seas; yet neither earth, ayre, nor sea returne them recompence: this is their fruits. The earth, in a thankefull imitation of the Heauens, lockes not vp her treasures within her owne Coffers; but without respect of her priuate benefit, is liberall of her allowance, yeelding her fatnesse and riches to innumerable creatures, that hang on her breasts, and depend vpon her as their common mother for maintenance: Of the beasts that feed vpon her, Kine giue vs their milke, Sheepe their wooll: euery one payes a tribute to man, their vsufructuary Lord: this is their fruites. Fruit-bearing