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O sink of Sin, O lump of Filthiness, (will the Soul say unto her Body) how am I compelled to re-enter into thee, not as ⟨p. 57⟩into an habitation to rest, but as a Prison to be tormented together!¹ how dost thou appear in my sight like Jephthah's Daughter to my greater torment! Would GOD thou hadst perpetually rotted in the grave, that I might never have seen thee again! How shall we be confounded together, to hear before God, Angels, and Men, laid open all those secret sins, which we committed together! Have I lost Heaven for the love of such a stinking Carrion? Art thou the flesh, for whose pleasures I have yielded to commit so many fornications? O filthy Belly, how became I such a Fool as to make thee my God! How mad was I for momentany joys, to incur these torments of eternal pains! Ye rocks and mountains, why skip ye so like rams, Psalm 144. 4. and will not fall upon me, to hide me from the face of him that comes to sit on yonder throne; for the great day of his wrath is come, and who shall be able to stand? Rev. 6. 16, 17. Why tremblest thou thus, Earth, at the presence of the Lord, and wilt not open thy Mouth and swallow me up, as thou didst Korah, that I be seen no more?

1. 1The damn• Soal• apostrophe to the Body at their second meeting.

O damned furies! I would ye might without delay tear me in pieces, on condition that you would tear me into nothing! But whilst thou art thus in vain bewailing thy misery, the Angels hale thee violently away from the brink of the Grave, to some place near the Tribunal Seat of Christ, ¹