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He that gathereth in Summer, (saith Solomon) is a son of understanding: But he that sleepeth in Harvest, is a son of confusion, Prov. 10. 5. If not by an immediate sense, yet by a warrantable analogy and good consequent this Place will bear this Paraphrase.

He that gathereth in Summer, (saith Salomon) is a sonne of understanding: But he that sleepeth in Harvest, is a sonne of confusion, Prov. 10. 5. If not by an immediate sense, yet by a warrantable analogy and good consequent this Place will beare this Paraphrase.

That man which now in this fair and seasonable Sun-shine of his gracious visitation is lulled asleep with the Siren-songs of these sensual times upon the lap of pleasure; swims down the temporizing torrent of these last and lewdest days with full sail of prosperity and ease, against the secret wastes and counter-blasts (as it were) of a reclaiming conscience, as thousands do, to their utter undoing for ever; mis-spends his golden time, and many goodly opportunities of gathering spiritual Manna, in grasping gold, gathering wealth, growing great, greatening his posterity, clasping about the arm of flesh, satisfying the appetite, and serving himself: In a word, he that while it is called To day, turns not on Gods side, and by forwardness ⟨p. 5⟩and fruitfulness in His blessed ways, treasures up comfort and grace against his ending hour, shall most certainly upon his bed of death, and illumination of conscience, find nothing but horrible confusion and fear, extremest horror, and insupportable heaviness of heart: his soul must presently down into the kingdom of darkness, and bottom of the burning lake, there to lie everlastingly in tempestuous and fiery torments, the sting and strength whereof doth not only surpass the pens and tongues of Men and Angels, but the very conceit of those that suffer them, which if a man knew, he would not endure one hour for all the pleasures of ten thousand worlds: His body (the pleasing and pampering whereof hath plunged him into such a sea of calamity and woe) must descend into the house of death, an habitation of blackness and cruelty: lie down in a bed of dust and rottenness covered with worms, guarded and kept full sure by the Prince and powers of darkness unto the judgement of the great Day: and then the whole man must become the woeful object, of the extremity and everlastingness of that fiercest and unquenchable wrath, which, like infinite rivers of brimstone, will feed upon his soul and flesh, without remedy, ease, or end.