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

If Satan should offer me all the treasures, pleasures, and promotions of this world, he should never entice me to forget these Terrors of this last dreadful Hour. But, O corrupt Carcass and stinking Carrion! How hath the Devil deluded us, and how have we served and deceived each other, and pulled swift Damnation upon us both! Now is my case more miserable than the Beast that perisheth in a Ditch: ⟨p. 53⟩For I must go to answer before the Judgment-seat of the righteous Judge of Heaven and Eart•• […] I shall have none to speak for […] and these wicked Fiends, who are privy […] my evil deeds, will accuse me, and I cannot excuse my self. My own heart already condemns me, I must needs therefore be dain•ed before his Judgment-seat; and from thence be carried by these Infernal Fiends, into that horrible Prison of endless torments and utter darkness, where I shall never more see light, that first most excellent thing that God made. I who gloried heretofore in being a Libertine, am now enclosed in the very Claws of Satan, as the trembling Partridge is within the griping talons of the ravenous Falcon, Where shall I lodge to night, and who shall be my Companions? O horror to think! O grief to consider! O cursed be the day wherein I was born, and let not the day wherein my Mother bare me be blessed. Cursed be the Man that showed my Father, saying, A Child is born unto thee, and comforted him. Cursed be that man, because he slew me not. O that my Mother might have been my Grave, or her Womb a perpetual Conception! How is it that I came forth of the Womb to endure these hellish sorrows! and that my days should thus end with eternal shame? Cursed be the day that I was first united to so lewd a body: O that I had but so much favour, as that I might never see thee more! Our parting is bitter and doleful, but our meeting again, ⟨p. 54⟩to receive at that dreadful Day, the fullness of our deserved vengeance, will be far more terrible and intolerable. But what mean I thus (by too late lamentation) to seek to prolong time? My last hour is come, I hear the heart-strings break; this filthy house of Clay falls on my Head, here is neither hope, help, nor place of any longer abiding. And must I needs be gone? thou filthy Carcass; O filthy Carcass, with fare ill, fare well, I leave thee. And so all trembling she cometh forth;