Seasonable truths in evil-times in several sermons / lately preached in and about London

Secondly, As for the matter of grief, saith the Apostle, And they that weep, as though they wept not. 'Tis lawful to grieve and weep, not only for our sins, but for the misery of the times: O that my head ⟨p. 136⟩were waters, and that mine eyes were a fountain of tears, that I could weep day and night for the slaughters. Mine eyes run down with rivers of tears, saith David, because they keep not thy Law. God hath a bottle to keep all these Pearls in; the tears of his people, they are precious, and too precious to be lost: As God hath a bag for all the sins of the wicked to keep them in, so he hath a bottle for all the tears of the Saints; but yet we must not weep too much, but grieve as if we grieved not.

Or otherwise it will argue that we have too much love to the world: Love is the cause of grief; the more passionately you grieve for any outward thing, the more abundantly you show your love thereunto, and it will in some measure reflect upon your God: 'Tis a considerable speech that of a child, when the mother of the child had used to say upon all her losses, Yet my God lives; when she had lost a child, she would say, yet my God's alive; when she had lost a friend, yet my God's alive: At last, loosing a child she loved much, she wept very much, and another of her children came unto her and said, Mother, is your God dead? Mother, is not your God alive? She used to say still, yet my God's alive, and now weeping much, and not saying so, the child said, Mother, is not your God alive? Truly this grieving much, it hath such a reflection as this, Is not your God alive? Christians, is not your God alive? you know what the Apostle saith, Rejoice in the Lord evermore, and again I say rejoice.

Or otherwise it will argue that we have too much love to the world: Love is the cause of grief; the more passionately you grieve for any outward thing, the more abundantly you shew your love thereunto, and it will in some measure reflect upon your God: 'Tis a considerable speech that of a child, when the mother of the child had us'd to say upon al her losses, Yet my God lives; when she had lost a child, she would say, yet my God's alive; when she had lost a friend, yet my God's alive: At last, loosing a child she loved much, she wept very much, and another of her children came unto her and said, Mother, is your God dead? Mother, is not your God alive? She used to say still, yet my God's alive, and now weeping much, and not saying so, the child said, Mother, is not your God alive? Truly this grieving much, it hath such a reflexion as this, Is not your God alive? Christians, is not your God alive? you know what the Apostle saith, Rejoyce in the Lord evermore, and again I say rejoyce.