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Mr. Bolton's last and learned work of the four last things death, judgement, hell,…Mr. Boltons last and learned worke of the foure last things death, iudgement, hell,…
Mr. Bolton's last and learned work of the four last things death, judgement, hell, and heaven. With an assizes-sermon, and notes on Justice Nicolls his funeral. Together with the life and death of the author. Published by E.B.Mr. Boltons last and learned worke of the foure last things death, iudgement, hell, and heauen. With an assises-sermon, and notes on Iustice Nicolls his funerall. Together with the life and death of the authour. Published by E.B.
London: printed by George Miller, 1632
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.
If corrupt affections fall in love with worldly pleasure, such as are surfeiting and drunkenness, chambering and wantonness, lust and uncleanness, unlawful sports and recreations, it begets a strange furious thirst and heat in the carnal appetite, which cannot be satisfied, but like the two daughters of the horseleech, which cry still, give, give; which is set on fire by hell: and therefore it is as unsatiable as that bottomless infernal pit; every taste of sensuality serves as fuel to increase the flame and fury of concupiscence: We see it in drunkards, who by drinking do not quench their thirst, and satisfy their appetite, but by their immoderate swilling both increase the burning thirst of their bodies and enraged intemperance of their minds. We hear it of wantons, Wisd. 2. Come let us enjoy the pleasures that are present, &c. Let us crown our selves with roses before they wither, let there be no pleasant meadow which our luxuriousness doth not pass over; let us leave some token of our pleasure in every place, for that is our portion, and this is our lot. Every Carnalist feels it in himself after once he hath given the reins to his concupiscence: he is like a strong man running headlong down a steep hill, though he would never so fain, he cannot stay himself, but run still faster and faster, ⟨p. 235⟩till he break his neck at the bottom: If once he suffers the fountain of original pollution which naturally flows out of his rocky heart, to have that free and full course: it will shortly gather in its passage many strong and heady streams of stub bornenesse and rebellion, until by growing by little and little in strength and swiftness, it swell into a mighty and furious torrent, so at last fall with fearful noise and horror into the gulf of irrecoverable misery. In a word, after the heart of a man be set upon any sensual delight, it feeds upon it as greedily as the horseleech upon corrupt blood, it will burst before it give over. It will by no means part with its hold until it either be broken with the hammer of the Word, or burst with the horror of despair. It drinks so deep and long of the empoisoned cup of carnal pleasures, until the LORD fill it unto its brim, full of the cup of wine of his indignation, and bid it drink, be drunken, and spue, and fall, and rise no more, Jer. 25. 27.
If corrupt affections fall in love with worldly pleasure, such as are surfeiting and drunkennesse, chambering and wantonnesse, lust and uncleannesse, unlawfull sports and recreations, it begets a strange furious thirst and heat in the carnall appetite, which cannot be satisfied, but like the two daughters of the horsleech, which cry still, give, give; which is set on fire by hell: and therefore it is as unsatiable as that bottomlesse infernall pit; every taste of sensuality serves as fewell to increase the flame and fury of concupiscence: We see it in drunkards, who by drinking do not quench their thirst, and satisfie their appetite, but by their immoderate swilling both increase the burning thirst of their bodies and inraged intemperance of their minds. We heare it of wantons, Wisd. 2. Come let us enjoy the pleasures that are present, &c. Let us crowne our selves with roses before they wither, let there be no pleasant meadow which our luxuriousnesse doth not passe over; let us leave some token of our pleasure in every place, for that is our portion, and this is our lot. Every Carnalist feeles it in himselfe after once he hath given the reins to his concupiscence: he is like a strong man running headlong downe a steepe hill, though he would never so faine, he cannot stay himselfe, but run still faster and faster,