A supplement to The Morning-exercise at Cripple-Gate, or, Several more cases of conscience practically…

2. It is in a singular manner infinite. Among all the Faculties of the Soul, there's none but the Will that can in any sound sense be said to be infinite; all the other Faculties are more bounded than the Will; now love is the natural Act of the will, and love to God is the supernaturally natural Act of the renewed Will. Its desires (which is the love of desires) are to be united unto God, the Fountain of all Blessedness. And here, those that love God least, (so it be sincerely) their desires are infinite, e. g. Desires are the feet of the Soul, their love will creep when it cannot go; Desires are the wings of the Soul, love will flutter when it cannot fly; Desires are the breathings of the Soul, love will pant, and groan, and gasp, where it can do no more. Again, the contentment and satisfaction of the Will (which is the love of complacency) is infinite (in as large a sense as that word can be ascribed to Creatures,) desires are the motion and exercise of love; delight is the quiet and repose of it. My beloved, to have the heart to delight in God, or ⟨p. 35⟩to ache and tingle with the discourse of the love of God, through reflection upon the want of it, as unable to stand under his own thoughts, this infallibly shows great love; and this Soul's satisfaction in God is in some sort infinite.

2. It is in a singular manner infinite. Among all the Faculties of the Soul, there's none but the Will that can in any sound sence be said to be infinite; all the other Faculties are more bounded than the Will; now love is the natural Act of the will, and love to God is the supernaturally natural Act of the renewed Will. Its desires (which is the love of desires) are to be united unto God, the Fountain of all Blessedness. And here, those that love God least, (so it be sincerely) their desires are infinite, e. g. Desires are the feet of the Soul, their love will creep when it cannot goe; Desires are the wings of the Soul, love will flutter when it cannot fly; Desires are the breathings of the Soul, love will pant, and groan, and gasp, where it can do no more. Again, the contentment and satisfaction of the Will (which is the love of complacency) is infinite (in as large a sense as that word can be ascribed to Creatures,) desires are the motion and exercise of love; delight is the quiet and repose of it. My beloved, to have the heart to delight in God, or ⟨p. 35⟩