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

1. Consider what amorous agonies the soul delights to conflict with in secret, fears that raise confidence, humility that exalts, tremblings that embolden, bright clouds that shine upon our Israelites in the night, and darkness that enlightens, solitudes full of heavenly company, and tears brim-full of joy, and holy sighs like a cooling wind in harvest, sweats of love, and sick fits that are symptoms of health, and holy faintings that are the soul's cordials, a weariness to the flesh that is the healthful exercise of, and vigour to the spirit, and a continual motion that never tires it.¹ As Austin said of divine love [illò feror, quocunque feror; pondus meum, amor meus,] it's the weight of my soul, it carries me up and down in all that I speak, and all that I act.

1. Consider what amorous agonies the soul delights to conflict with in serret, fears that raise confidence, humility that exalts, tremblings that embolden, bright clouds that shine upon our Israelites in the night, and darkness that inlightens, solitudes full of heavenly company, and tears brim-ful of joy, and holy sighs like a cooling wind in harvest, sweats of love, and sick fits that are symptoms of health, and holy faintings that are the soul's cordials, a weariness to the flesh that is the healthful exercise of, and vigor to the spirit, and a continual motion that never tires it.¹ As Austin said of divine love [illò feror, quocunque feror; pondus meum, amor meus,] it's the weight of my soul, it carries me up and down in all that I speak, and all that I act.

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¹2. Its ecstasies and heavenly raptures: which allure and draw the heart from earthly vanities, when the soul shuts its eyes to worldly delights, and says of laughter with Solomon, it is mad, and of mirth what dost thou? can't warm its thoughts at the crackling of thorns under a pot, nor be joyful in the house of fools. 'Tis the soul's pleasure to loath pleasure it self; none so beautiful to him as Christ, the chiefest of ten thousand; no sweetness like that of the tree in the midst of the Wood, the tree of life in the midst of the paradise of God, he sits under it with great delight, while it drops sweeter than honey into his closet.