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,…

Is this all? no, there is second Fruit growing on this Tree,¹ of equal necessity, greater use. After Enquiring, follows Returning: you are gone wrong, return into the way of Peace; Enquire it first, and having found it, Return, put your feet into it. God warns you by the revelation of his word,² (as the Wise-men by the vision of a Dream) to Return into your Country, whither you would arrive, and where only is your rest, another way. If ever this exhortation was necessary for Edom, let me think it fitter for England: (as sin-full as we are, let me yet say, there is more hope of our repentance, then of Edoms:) our Iniquities as great, our Instructions greater then theirs; what remains, but our Repentance? never more need: Our sins are not low, slow, few, or slightly done; negligence sins, security sins, contempt sins, presumption and hard-heartednes sins: here is the Scorners Chair, the Drunkards Bench, the Idle-mans Cushion, the Usurers ⟨p. 25⟩Study: Oh where is Repentance, to rouse these? God is angry; we have been smitten, not in the Skirts and Suburbs of our Common-wealth only, our City, Body, and whole unity hath been pierced to the soul, The whole Head hath been sick, and whole Heart heavy: Where is the physic of Repentance? I can show you many Actors presenting themselves on the Theatre of this World; I see not Repentance play her part: I can point you to Usury, robbing, grinding, sucking blood, cutting throats, whiles he sits in the Chimney corner, & hears of his Zanies, whelps, underling Thieves ending their days at the Gallows. I can show you Covetousness sweating for gain, crouching, ramping, playing Ape, Lion, or Devil, for Money: I can discover to you Drunkenness, rising early to the Wine, Malice making haste to the death of Ammon, Ambition running after Honour, faster then Peter to the Sepulchre; Pride whirling in her Chariot, Wantonness shutting up the windows; Bribery creeping in at the Keyhole, even when the door of Justice is locked up against her. Among all these I see not repentance: Doth she stay till the last act? I fear the tragedy of many Souls ruin will be done first. This land is full of sins, (let me speak impartially) this City: as many Lines meet at the Centre; so all sins by a general confluence to this place: Glomerantur in unum innumerae pests Erebj: