The gallants burden A sermon preached at Pauls Cross, the twenty nine of March,…The gallants burden A sermon preached at Paules Crosse, the twentie nine of March,…

the souls of men in this decrepit age, grow cold in zeal, (Deficient fervour charitatis) the nourishment of old age turns into crudity, through want of heat to concoct, digest, and drive it into the Veins; the nourishment of our souls turns into Vanity, because we want the heat of Grace to digest it: By all these symptoms, you see the Sun of this World ready to set, and the Night drawing on: the declination of Goodness, the fainting of Religion, says, that the World lies bedrid, drawing on, looking for the good hour (to some,) and fetching a thick, sick and short breath: I am no Prophet (or what if I were, yet unable) to define the time: but this I conclude (though more particularly) from the rule of my text; We had our Morning at the first preaching of the Gospel: it now flourisheth with us, as at high Noon; Who shall say, the Evening will not follow, or our Sun is without setting.

the soules of men in this decrepite age, grow cold in zeale, (Deficiente feruore charitatis) the nourishment of old age turnes into cruditie, through want of heate to concoct, digest, and driue it into the Vaines; the nourishment of our soules turnes into Vanitie, because we want the heate of Grace to digest it: By all these symptones, you see the Sunne of this World ready to sette, and the Night drawing on: the declination of Goodnes, the fainting of Religion, sayes, that the World lyes bedrid, drawing on, looking for the good houre (to some,) and fetching a thicke, sicke and short breath: I am no Prophet (or what if I were, yet vnable) to define the time: but this I conclude (though more particularly) from the rule of my text; Wee had our Morning at the first preaching of the Gospell: it now flourisheth with vs, as at high Noone; Who shall say, the Euening will not follow, or our Sunne is without setting.

3 That it shall come, you hear; hear shortly the quality of it, when it is come: A Night. Misery is not fitlyer shadowed, then under the name of a Night: Sorrow lasts for a Night, says the Psalmist, but joy comes in the Morning. A sad, heavy, and disconsolate time, full of horror and amazement; when there is no object to withdraw the eye, thereby to divert the mind from the thought and meditation of bitterness. Satan himself is not said to be bound with any other Chains but these of Darkness: as the Joys of Heaven are described by that eternal daylight of glory and Sunshine of the Lamb,