A05817:178
The Practice of Piety
The practise of piety directing a Christian how to walk that he may please God.The practise of pietie directing a Christian how to walke that he may please God.
London: printed for John Hodgets, 1613London: printed for Iohn Hodgets, 1613
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Now the miserable Soul sensibly perceiveth her earthly body to begin to dye: for as towards the dissolution of the universal frame of the great world; the Sun shall be turned into darkness, the Moon into blood, and the Stars shall fall from heaven: the Air shall be full of storms, & flashing Meteors, the Earth shall tremble, and the Sea shall roar, and mens hearts shall fail for fear, expecting the end of such sorrowful beginnings: So towards the dissolution of man, ⟨p. 96⟩(which is the little world) his Eyes, which are as the Sun and Moon lose their light, and see nothing but blood-guiltiness of sin: the rest of the Senses, as lesser Stars, do one after another fail and fall: his Mind, Reason, and Memory, as heavenly powers of his Soul, are shaken with fearful storms of despair, and first flashings of Hell-fire: his earthly body begins to shake and tremble, and the humours like an over-flowing Sea roar and rattle in his throat, still expecting the woeful ends of these dreadful beginnings.
Now the miserable Soule sensibly perceiueth her earthly body to beginne to dye: for as towards the dissolution of the vniuersall frame of the great world; the Sunne shall be turned into darknesse, the Moone into bloud, and the Stars shall fall from heauen: the Ayre shall be full of stormes, & flashing Meteors, the Erath shall tremble, and the Sea shall roare, and mens hearts shall faile for feare, expecting the end of such sorrowfull beginnings: So towards the dissolution of man, ⟨p. 96⟩(which is the little world) his Eyes, which are as the Sunne and Moone lose their light, and see nothing but bloud-guiltinesse of sinne: the rest of the Senses, as lesser Starres, doe one after another faile and fall: his Minde, Reason, and Memorie, as heauenly powers of his Soule, are shaken with fearefull stormes of despaire, and first flashings of Hell-fire: his earthly body beginnes to shake and tremble, and the humours like an ouer-flowing Sea roare and rattle in his throate, still expecting the wofull ends of these dreadfull beginnings.