Two treatises the first of death, on I Cor. 15:26, the second of judgment…

That Death is an Enemy to Nature, is a thing that all understand: but all consider not how it is an Enemy to our Souls to the exercise of grace, and consequently to the attainment of glory. I shall therefore, having first spoken briefly of the former, insist a little longer upon the latter.

That Death is an Enemy to Nature, is a thing that all understand: but all consider not how it is an Enemy to our Souls to the exercise of grace, and consequently to the attainment of glory. I shall therefore, having first spoken briefly of the sormer, insist a little longer upon the latter.

•. How great an Enemy Death is unto Nature, doth easily appear, in that. It is the Dissolution of the Man. It maketh a Man to become No Man▪ by separating the Soul from the Body and dissolving the Body into its principles. It pulls down in a moment, a curious frame that Nature was long▪ building and tenderly cherishing and preserving.. The Mother long nourishes it in her bowels and painfully brings it forth▪ and carefully brings it up. What […] doth it cost our▪Parents▪ and our selves to make provision for this Life? and death in a moment cuts it off. How careful are we to keep in these Lamps, and to ⟨p. 6⟩maintain the Oil? and Death extinguisheth them at a blast. How noble a creature doth it destroy? To day our parts are all in order, and busy about their several tasks; our Hearts are moving, our Lungs are breathing, our Stomachs are digesting, our Blood and Spirits by assimilation making more: and to morrow death takes off the poise, and all stands still; or draws the pins, and all the frame doth fall to pieces. We shall breath no more; nor speak, nor think, nor walk no more: Our pulse will beat no more: Our eyes shall see the light no more: Our ears shall hear the voice of man, delightful sounds and melody, no more: we shall taste no more our meat or drink: Our appetite is gone: Our strength is gone: Our natural warmth is turned into an earthly cold: Our comeliness and beauty is turned into a ghastly loathsome deformity: Our white and red doth soon turn into horrid blackness: Our tender flesh hath lost its feeling: and is become a senseless lump, that feeleth not whether it is carried, nor how it is used: that must be hidden in the earth, lest it annoy the living: that quickly turns to loathsome putrefaction; and after that to common earth. Were all the once-comely bodies that now are rotting in one Church-yard, uncovered, and here presented to your view, the fight