how would I frequent the Church, and sanctify the Lords day. If Satan should offer me all the treasures, pleasures, and promotions of this world; he should never entice me to forget these terrors of this last dreadful hour. But O corrupt carcass, and stinking carrion! How hath the Devil deluded us: and how have we served and deceived each other? and pulled swift damnation upon us both? Now is my case more miserable then the ⟨p. 109⟩beast that perisheth in a ditch for I must go to answer, before the judgement seat, of the righteous Judge of heaven and earth: where I shall have none to speak for me: and these wicked fiends, who are privy to all my evil deeds, will accuse me, and I cannot excuse my self. My own heart already condemns me, I must needs therefore be damned before his judgment seat: and from thence be carried by these infernal fiends, into that horrible prison of endless torments, and utter darkness: where I shall never more see light, that first most excellent thing that God made. I who gloried heretofore, in being a libertine, am now enclosed in the ⟨p. 110⟩very claws of Satan: as the trembling Partridges within the griping talents of the ravenous Falcon. Where shall I logde to night? and who shall be my companions? Oh horror to think! Grief to consider! Oh cursed be the day wherein I was borne, & let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed. Cursed be the man that showed my Father, saying, a child is borne unto thee, and comforted him. Cursed be that man because he slew me not. Oh that my mother might have been my grave, or her womb a perpetual conception! How is it that I came forth of the womb to endure these hellish sorrows! and that my days should thus end with eternal ⟨p. 111⟩shame! Cursed be the day that I was first united to so lewd a body: O that I had but so much favour as that I might never see thee more: Our parting is bitter and doleful: but our meeting again, to receive at that dreadful day, the fullness of our deserved vengeance, will be far more terrible and intolerable. But what mean I thus (by too late lamentation) to seek to prolong time? My lost hour is come: I hear the heart strings break: this filthy house of clay falls on my head: here is neither hope, help, nor place of any longer abiding. And must I needs be gone? Then filthy carcass: Oh filthy carcass with farewell, farewell, I leave ⟨p. 112⟩thee;
how would I frequent the Church, and sanctifie the Lords day. If Satan should offer me all the treasures, pleasures, and promotions of this world; he should neuer entice mee to forget these terrors of this last dreadfull houre. But O corrupt carkasse, and stinking carrion! How hath the Deuil deluded vs: and how haue we serued and deceiued each other? and pulled swift damnation vpon vs both? Now is my case more miserable then the ⟨p. 109⟩beast that perisheth in a ditch for I must goe to answere, before the iudgement seate, of the righteous Iudge of heauen and earth: where I shall haue none to speake for mee: and these wicked fiends, who are priuy to al my euil deeds, will accuse me, and I cannot excuse my selfe. My owne heart already condemnes mee, I must needes therefore be damned before his iudgment seat: and from thence be carried by these infernall fiendes, into that horrible prison of endlesse torments, and vtter darkenesse: where I shall neuer more see light, that first most excellent thing that God made. I who gloried heretofore, in being a libertine, am now inclosed in the ⟨p. 110⟩very clawes of Satan: as the trembling Partriges within the griping talents of the rauenenous Falcon. Where shall I logde to night? and who shall be my companions? Oh horror to thinke! Griefe to consider! Oh cursed be the day wherein I was borne, & let not the day wherin my mother bare me be blessed. Cursed be the man that shewed my Father, saying, a child is borne vnto thee, and comforted him. Cursed be that man because he slew mee not. Oh that my mother might haue beene my graue, or her wombe a perpetual conception! How is it that I came forth of the wombe to endure these hellish sorrowes! and that my daies should thus end with eternall ⟨p. 111⟩shame! Cursed be the day that I was first vnited to so lewd a body: O that I had but so much fauour as that I might neuer see thee more: Our parting is bitter and dolefull: but our meeting againe, to receiue at that dreadfull day, the fulnesse of our deserued vengeance, will be farre more terrible and intollerable. But what meane I thus (by too late lamentation) to seeke to prolong time? My lost houre is come: I heare the heart strings breake: this filthy house of clay fals on my head: heere is neither hope, helpe, nor place of any longer abiding. And must I needes be gon? Then filthy carkase: Oh filthy carkasse with fareill, farewell, I leaue ⟨p. 112⟩thee;
