God's anger

That is but a wretched prosperity, upon which God looks in anger. If the Sun were wanting, it would be night, for all the Stars: If God frown upon a man; for all the glittering honours of this world, he sits, in the shadow of death. Let him be never so rich in lands and waters; yet his ⟨p. 10⟩springs have lost their sweetness, his vines their fruitfulness, his gold hath lost the colour, his precious stones their value and lustre: I mean, the virtue and comfort of all these are gone away with the favour of God. If our house were paved with a floor of gold, and walled with pearls and Diamonds, and yet the roof wide open to the violence of heaven, would these shelter us from storms and tempest? Would we be so lodged in cold winter nights? Or were our house roofed with Cedar, and the walls hung with arras, yet if the floor be rotten, and under it a bottomless pit, could we sleep in quiet? There can be no safety when God is angry: his wrath may come thundering from heaven, and suddenly sink rebellious sinners into hell; and then where is all their honour? When their mortal part lies in the dishonourable dust, and their immortal part suffers in unextinguishable fire.

That is but a wretched prosperity, upon which God looks in anger. If the Sun were wanting, it would be night, for all the Starrs: If God frown upon a man; for all the glittering honors of this world, he sits, in the shadow of death. Let him bee never so rich in lands and waters; yet his ⟨p. 10⟩springs have lost their sweetnesse, his vines their fruitfulnesse, his gold hath lost the colour, his precious stones their value and lustre: I mean, the vertue and comfort of all these are gone away with the favour of God. If our house were paved with a floor of gold, and walled with pearls and Diamonds, and yet the roof wide open to the violence of heaven, would these shelter us from storms and tempest? Would we be so lodged in cold winter nights? Or were our house roofed with Cedar, and the walls hung with arras, yet if the floore be rotten, and under it a bottomlesse pit, could we sleep in quiet? There can be no safety when God is angry: his wrath may come thundring from heaven, and suddenly sink rebellious sinners into hell; and then where is all their honour? When their mortall part lies in the dishonourable dust, and their immortall part suffers in unextinguishable fire.