The Christians converse with God, or, The insufficiency and uncertainty of human friendship and…

Where shouldst thou be but where thy business is, and so great business! Alas, what have I to do with man! what can it do but make my head ache, to hear a deal of senseless chat, about preferments, lands and dignities, about the words and thoughts of Men, and a thousand toys that are utterly impertinent to my great employments, and signify nothing but that the dreaming world is not awake! What pleasure is it to see the bustles of a Bedlam ⟨p. 128⟩world? what a stir they make to prove or make themselves unhappy? How low and of how little weight, are the learned discourses about syllables and words, and names and notions, and mood and figure, yea, or about the highest Planets, when all are not referred unto God? Were it not that some converse with men, doth further my converse with God; and that God did transact much of his business by his messengers and servants, it were no matter whether ever I more saw the face of man: were it not that my Master hath placed me in society, and appointed me and much of my work for others, and with others, and much of his mercy is conveyed by others, man might stand by, and solitude were better then the best society, and God alone should take me up. O nothing is so much my misery and shame, as that I am no more willing, nor better skilled in the management of my great important business! That my work is with God, and my heart is no more with him! O what might I do in holy meditation or Prayer one hour; if I were as ready for prayer, and as good at prayer as one that hath so long opportunity and so great necessity to converse with God, ⟨p. 129⟩should be! A prayerless heart, a heart that flieth away from God, is most excusable in such a one as I, that hath so much important business with him: It is work that must be done; and if well done, will never be repented of: I use not to return from the presence of God (when indeed I have drawn near him) as I do from the company of empty men, repenting that I have lost my time, and trembled that my mind is discomposed or depressed by the vanity and earthly savour of their discourse: I oft repent that I have prayed to him so coldly, and conversed with him so negligently, and served him so remissly; but I never repent of the time, the cares, the afflictions, or the diligence employed in his holy work.

Where shouldst thou be but where thy business is, and so great business! Alas, what have I to do with man! what can it do but make my head ake, to hear a deal of senseless chat, about preferments, lands and dignities, about the words and thoughts of Men, and a thousand toys that are utterly impertinent to my great imployments, and signifie nothing but that the dreaming world is not awake! What pleasure is it to see the busles of a Bedlam