A care-cloth

We have taken from you the excuse of ignorance; we have made your hearts to confess, that you ought to have wept some of Davids tears: we have, I hope, made you sorrowful for not weeping them; now, we pray you, let us make you careful, to shed these tears more plentifully hereafter. I know, that the same David that here tells of rivers of tears, doth also tell of his songs in the night, and great rejoicing. But there is no such opposition or feud betwixt such songs, and such tears, that both may not well be done in their seasons. The day is long enough for both, at least, our life is long enough, and every Christian must find while to mourn for his own and others faults, that he may be comforted: he must sometimes make his tears his drink, that he may be fitted for the cup of consolation; and put himself in ashes, that he may be ready to receive the garments of gladness. Wherefore, brethren, frame your selves to mourning and lamentation, lift up your voices, and weep, and draw forth water, and pour it out here before the Lord, for an acceptable drink-offering, as once it is reported of the people in the days of Samuel: A fitter season to mourn, we need not seek for. The Text fits well with the time. Oh that our harts would fit with both! God hath mourned, will not ye mourn? Be not among the generation of men, that mourn not when they are wept unto; we come now to tell you, that God would have you weep. He calls for your tears, ⟨p. 244⟩and he looks for them: and let him not look in vain. Take up the words of the Prophet, and say; O that our heads were Fountains, and our eyes Well-springs of tears, that we might weep day and night, for the sins of the Daughters of our People! Yea, let every man say with him; My belly, my belly, depart from me, comfort me not, look away from me, for I will weep bitterly, because (not of the slain, but) of the sins of the Daughter of my People: for it is a day of wickedness and abomination, and a time of extreme dissoluteness. My bowels, my bowels, I am pained at the heart; I cannot hold my peace, mine heart makes a noise within me; for I have heard the voice of swearing and cursing, sin upon sin, iniquity upon iniquity; the people is a foolish people, they have not known God, they are sottish children, and will receive no instruction;

Wee haue taken from you the excuse of ignorance; wee haue made your hearts to confesse, that you ought to haue wept some of Dauids teares: wee haue, I hope, made you sorrowfull for not weeping them; now, wee pray you, let vs make you carefull, to shed these teares more plentifully hereafter. I know, that the same Dauid that here tels of riuers of teares, doth also tell of his songs in the night, and great reioycing. But there is no such opposition or fewd betwixt such songs, and such teares, that both may not well be done in their seasons. The day is long enough for both, at least, our life is long enough, and euerie Christian must find while to mourne for his owne and others faults, that he may be comforted: he must sometimes make his teares his drinke, that he may be fitted for the cup of consolation; and put himselfe in ashes, that hee may be ready to receiue the garments of gladnesse. Wherefore, brethren, frame your selues to mourning and lamentation, lift vp your voyces, and weepe, and draw forth water, and powre it out here before the Lord, for an acceptable drinke-offering, as once it is reported of the people in the dayes of Samuel: A fitter season to mourne, wee need not seeke for. The Text fits well with the time. Oh that our harts would fit with both! God hath mourned, wil not ye mourne? Be not among the generation of men, that mourne not when they are wept vnto; we come now to tell you, that God would haue you weepe. He calls for your teares,