The practice of piety directing a Christian how to walk, that he may please…

O what a ghastly sight it is, to see him then in his Bed, when Death hath given him his mortal wound! what a cold sweat over-runs all his body! what a trembling possesseth all his Members! the Head shooteth, the Face waxeth pale, the Nose black, the n•ther Jaw-bone hangeth down, the Eye-strings break, the Tongue faltereth, the Breath shorteneth and smelleth earthly, the Throat •a•ti•th, and at every Gasp the Heart-strings are ready to break asunder.

O what a ghastly sight it is, to see him then in his Bed, when Death hath given him his mortal wound! what a cold sweat over-runs all his body! what a trembling possesseth all his Members! the Head shooteth, the Face waxeth pale, the Nose black, the n•ther Jaw-bone hangeth down, the Eye-strings break, the Tongue faltereth, the Breath shortneth and smelleth earthly, the Thro•t •a•ti•th, and at every Gasp the Heart-strings are ready to break asunder.

Now the miserable Soul sensibly perceiv•• her Earthly Body to begin to die; For •owards the dissolution of the universal Frame of the great World, the Sun […] be turned into Darkness, the Moon into Blood, and the Stars shall fall from Heaven, the Air shall be full of Storms, ⟨p. 47⟩and flashing Meteors, the Earth shall tremble, and the Sea shall roar, and mens hearts shall fail for fear, expecting the end of such sorrowful beginnings: So towards the dissolution of Man (which is the little World) his Eyes, which are as the Sun and Moon, lose their light, and see nothing but blood-guiltiness of Sin: The rest of the Senses, as lesser Stars, do one after another fail and fall; his Mind, Reason and Memory, as heavenly powers of his Soul, are shaken with fearful storms of Despair, and fierce flashing of Hell-fire; his earthly body beginneth to shake and tremble, and the humours, like an overflowing Sea, roar and rattle in his Throat, still expecting the woeful End of these dreadful beginnings.