The Practice of Piety

¹O sink of Sin, O lump of Filthiness (will the Soul say unto her Body,) how am I compelled to re-enter unto thee, not as an habitation to rest, but as a Prison to be tormented together? How doest thou appear in my sight like Jephthah's Daughter, to my greater torment? Would God thou hadst perpetually rotted in thy grave, that I might never have seen thee again! How shall we be confounded together, to hear, before God, Angels, and Men, laid open all those secret sins, which we committed together! Have I lost Heaven, for the love of such a stinking Carrion? Art thou the flesh for whose pleasures I have yielded to commit so ⟨p. 119⟩many Fornications? O filthy B•lly! how became I such a foul, as to make thee my God? How mad was I for momentany joys, to incur these torments of eternal pains? ye Rocks and Mountains, why skip ye so like Rams, Psal. 114.4. and will not fall upon me, to hide me from the face of him that comes to sit on yonder Throne; for the great day of his wrath is come, and who shall be able to stand? Apoc. 6.16.17. Why tremblest thou thus, O Earth, at the presence of the Lord, and wilt not open thy mouth and swallow me up, as thou diddest Korah, that I be seen no more?

¹O sincke of Sinne, O lumpe of Filthinesse (will the Soule say vnto her Body,) how am I compelled to re-enter vnto thee, not as an habitation to rest, but as a Prison to be tormented together? How doest thou appeare in my sight like Iephtes Daughter, to my greater torment? Would God thou hadst perpetually rotted in thy graue, that I might neuer haue seene thee againe! How shall wee be confounded together, to heare, before God, Angels, and Men, laid open all those secret sinnes, which wee committed together! Haue I lost Heauen, for the loue of such a stinking Carrion? Art thou the flesh for whose pleasures I haue yeelded to commit so ⟨p. 119⟩many Fornications? O filthy B•lly! how became I such a foule, as to make thee my God? How madde was I for momentanie ioyes, to incurre these torments of eternall paines? yee Rockes and Mountaines, why skirpe yee so like Rams,