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,…

Were these the sins of Edom, and are they not the sins of England? The sins said I? nay, the Gods of England: For the Usurer adores his metals, the Epicure his Junkets, the Drunkard his Gallons, the Voluptuous his Lusts, the Adulterer his Harlots, the Proud and gallant Edomite his gay Clothes, and studied carriage: And as the Israelites cried to their Calf made of golden Ear rings, These are thy Gods oh Israel: So we may speak it with horror and amazement, of these foolish,¹ bestial, devilish, sins, These are thy Gods oh England: weak, wretched, unhelpful Gods: For shame, what, where are we? could Edom ever be worse? Have we devoured so many years of peace, ease, plenty, and saturitie, (if I may so call it) of Gods word; and are we still so lame, le•ne, and ill favoured in our lives? what shall I say? hath the sweet Gospel, and the sober preaching of it, made us sensual, senseless; impudent, frantic? as the nature of that Country is ⟨image 31⟩wonderful,² if true, that Rain causeth Dust, & Drought Dirt: Have the sweet Dews of Hermon, made the Hill of Zion more barren? Hath the Sun of Plenty, from the filth of our Security, bred monsters of sins? Have Gods mercies made us worse? what shall I say?

Were these the sinnes of Edom, and are they not the sinnes of England? The sinnes saide I? nay, the Gods of England: For the Vsurer adores his mettalles, the Epicure his Iunketts, the Drunkard his Gallons, the Voluptious his Lusts, the Adulterer his Harlottes, the Proude and gallant Edomite his gaye Cloathes, and studyed carriage: And as the Israe•ies cried to their Calfe made of golden Eare rings, These are thy Gods oh Israell: So wee may speake it with horror and amasement, of these foolish,¹ bestial, diuelish, sinnes, Thesè are thy Gods oh England: weake, wretched, vnhelpefull Gods: For shame, what, where are wee? could Edom euer be worse? Haue we deuoured so many yeares of peace, ease, plentie, and saturitie, (if I may so call it) of Gods word; and are we still so lame, le•ne, and ill fauoured in our liues? what shall I say? hath the sweet Ghospell, and the sober preaching of it, made vs sensuall, senseles; impudent, franticke? as the nature of that Countrey is