What is Mans-state, but a Sea, wherein (as waves) one trouble ariseth in the neck of another? the latter worse then the former. No sooner diddest thou enter into the affairs of this world, but thou wast enwrapped about with a cloud of miseries. Thy Flesh provokes thee to lust, the World allures thee to pleasures, and the Devil tempts thee to all kind of sins: fears of enemies affrights thee, suites in Law ⟨p. 83⟩do vex thee, wrongs of ill neighbours do oppress thee, cares for Wife and Children do consume thee, and disquietness twixt open foes and false friends, do in a manner confound thee: Sin stings thee within, Satan lays snares before thee, Conscience of sins past, dogs behind thee▪ Now adversity on thy left hand frets thee; anon prosperity on thy right hand flatters thee: over thy head Gods vengeance due to thy sins is ready to fall upon thee; and under thy feet Hell-mouth is ready to swallow thee up. And in this miserable estate, whither wilt thou go for rest and comfort? the house is full of cares, the field full of toil; the country ⟨p. 84⟩of rudeness, the city of factions; the Court of envy, the Church of sects, the Sea of pirates, the Land of robbers. Or in what state wilt thou live? seeing wealth is envied, and poverty is contemned; wit is distrusted, and simplicity is derided; Superstition is mocked, and Religion is suspected; vice is advanced, and virtue is disgraced? Oh with what a body of sin art thou compassed about in a world of wickedness? What are thine Eyes, but windows to behold vanities? What are thine Ears, but flood-gates to let in the stream of iniquity? what are thy Senses, but matches to give fire to thy lusts? what is thine Heart, but the Anvil, whereon Satan ⟨p. 85⟩hath forged the ugly shape of all lewd affections? Art thou nobly descended? thou must put thy self in peril of foreign wars to get the reputation of earthly Honour, oft times hazard thy life in a desperate combat, to avoid the aspersion of a Coward. Art thou borne in mean estate? Lord I what pains and drudgery must thou endure at home, and abroad to get maintenance? and all perhaps scarce sufficient to serve thy necessity? and when after much service and labour, a man hath got something; how little certainty is there in that which is gotten? seeing thou seest by daily experience, that he who was rich yesterday, is to day a beggar:
WHat is Mans-state, but a Sea, wherein (as waues) one trouble ariseth in the necke of another? the latter worse then the former. No sooner diddest thou enter into the affaires of this world, but thou wast enwrapped about with a cloud of miseries. Thy Flesh prouokes thee to lust, the World allures thee to pleasures, and the Diuell tempts thee to all kinde of sinnes: feares of enemies affrights thee, suites in Law ⟨p. 83⟩doe vexe thee, wrongs of ill neighbours do oppresse thee, cares for Wife and Children doe consume thee, and disquietnesse twixt open foes and false friends, doe in a manner confound thee: Sinne stings thee within, Sathan layes snares before thee, Conscience of sinnes past, dogges behinde thee▪ Now aduersitie on thy left hand frets thee; anone prosperitie on thy right hand flatters thee: ouer thy head Gods vengeance due to thy sinnes is ready to fall vpon thee; and vnder thy feete Hell-mouth is ready to swallow thee vp. And in this miserable estate, whither wilt thou goe for rest and comfort? the house is full of cares, the field full of toyle; the country ⟨p. 84⟩of rudenesse, the citie of factions; the Court of enuy, the Church of sects, the Sea of pirates, the Land of robbers. Or in what state wilt thou liue? seeing wealth is enuied, and pouertie is contemned; wit is distrusted, and simplicitie is derided; Superstition is mocked, and Religion is suspected; vice is aduanced, and vertue is disgraced? Oh with what a body of sinne art thou compassed about in a world of wickednesse? What are thine Eyes, but windowes to behold vanities? What are thine Eares, but floud-gates to let in the streame of iniquitie? what are thy Senses, but matches to giue fire to thy lusts? what is thine Heart, but the Anuill, whereon Sathan ⟨p. 85⟩hath forged the ougly shape of all lewde affections? Art thou nobly descended? thou must put thy selfe in peril of forraine wars to get the reputation of earthly Honour, oft times hazard thy life in a desperate combate, to auoid the aspersion of a Coward. Art thou borne in meane estate? Lord I what paines and druggerie must thou endure at home, and abroad to get maintenance? and all perhaps scarce sufficient to serue thy necessitie? and when after much seruice and labour, a man hath got something; how litttle certaintie is there in that which is gotten? seeing thou seest by daily experience, that he who was rich yesterday, is to day a begger: