Is not so much drink as nature requireth, much better then that which makes the stomach sick, the brain witless, if not the purse penniless, and breedeth many noisome diseases to the flesh, and hasteneth death, that hasteth of it self? By that time the gaudy apparel, the dainty fare, and drink is paid for; and by that time the flesh hath suffered all that pain and sickness that are the ordinary followers of excess, me thinks you should say, that if there were no Hell, your sin were a punishment it self, and that in this life it brings more pain then pleasure, and that such kind of pleasure is no• worth the keeping, to the hazard of the least Possibility of […] ⟨p. 133⟩Everlasting life. Wouldst thou under thy hand and seal give away thy hopes and possibility of everlasting life, and run the hazard of an everlasting Torment, for the Pleasures of sin, or to avoid the trouble of a Holy life? Why then thou mayest as well even sell it all for pins, or points, or children's rackets Then thou art as foolish as the worst of Witches, that sell their souls to a lying spirit, that, whatever he doth promise them, doth pay them with nothing but calamity and deceit. When thou comest to know better what it is that the world can do for thee, thou wilt then confess there was nothing in it, that should not have been slighted for the smallest hopes of an Everlasting life. Do•t thou think the world will be much better to thee, for the time to come than hitherto it hath proved? Deceive not thy self; it will prove the same: yea and worst at last. Look back now upon all the pleasures of thy life, from thy infancy to this day, and tell me what the better thou art for them. If this were the hour of thy death, would all the profits or pleasures of thy life, be any comfort to thee, or make thy death a whit the easier? Have the dust or bones of the Carcasses of Voluptuous sinners, any comfort or benefit now, by all the pleasure of their former sin? Surely I need not all these words to a man of common understanding, to convince him that if Heaven were as uncertain as the Infidel doth imagine, a man of Reason should venture all that he hath upon the mere Possibility; because his All indeed is Nothing, and he is sure he can be no loser by the bargain: it being not so much as the venture of a pin for the Possibility of a Crown.
Is not so much drink as nature requireth, much better then that which makes the stomack sick, the brain witless, if not the purse pennyless, and breedeth many noysom diseases to the flesh, and hasteneth death, that hasteth of it self? By that time the gawdy apparel, the dainty fare, and drink is paid for; and by that time the flesh hath suffered all that pain and sickness that are the ordinary followers of excess, me thinks you should say, that if there were no Hell, your sin were a punishment it self, and that in this life it brings more pain then pleasure, and that such kind of pleasure is no• worth the keeping, to the hazard of the least Possibility of 〈…〉 ⟨p. 133⟩Everlasting life. Wouldst thou under thy hand and seal give away thy hopes and possibility of everlasting life, and run the hazzard of an everlasting Torment, for the Pleasures of sin, or to avoid the trouble of a Holy life? Why then thou maist as well even sell it all for pins, or points, or childrens rackets Then thou art as foolish as the worst of Witches, that sell their souls to a lying spirit, that, whatever he doth promise them, doth pay them with nothing but calamity and deceit. When thou comest to know better what it is that the world can do for thee, thou wilt then confess there was nothing in it, that should not have been sleighted for the smalest hopes of an Everlasting life. Do•t thou think the world will be much better to thee, for the time to come than hitherto it hath proved? Deceive not thy self; it will prove the same: yea and worst at last. Look back now upon all the pleasures of thy life, from thy infancy to this day, and tell me what the better thou art for them. If this were the hour of thy death, would all the profits or pleasures of thy life, be any comfort to thee, or make thy death a whit the easier? Have the dust or bones of the Carkasses of Voluptuous sinners, any comfort or benefit now, by all the pleasure of their former sin? Surely I need not all these words to a man of common understanding, to convinee him that if Heaven were as uncertain as the Infidel doth imagine, a man of Reason should venture all that he hath upon the meer Possibility; because his All indeed is Nothing, and he is sure he can be no loser by the bargain: it being not so much as the venture of a pin for the Possibility of a Crown.
