2. And now he begins to shake the Fig-tree with his threatenings; fetch out th• Axe. Now the Axe is Death, Death ther• fore is called for; Death, come, smi•• me this Fig-tree. And withal the Lor• shakes this Sinner, and whirls him upon Sick-bed, saying, Take him Death, […] hath abused my Patience and Forb•• rance, not remembering that it shou•• have led him to Repentance, and to th• Fruits thereof. Death, fetch away th• Fig-tree to the fire, fetch this barren Professor to Hell. At this, Death com• with Grim looks into the Chamber, ye• and Hell follows with him to the Bed-side and both stare this Professor in the fac• yea, begin to lay Hands upon him; o• smiting him with pains in his Body, with Head-ache, Heart-ache, Back-ache, Shortness of Breath, Fainting Qualms, Trembling of Joints, Stopping at the Chef• and almost all the Symptoms of a Man pa• all recovery. Now while Death is th• tormenting the Body, Hell is doing with the Mind and Conscience, striking the•• with its Pains, casting sparks of Fire i• thither, wounding with sorrows an• ⟨p. 91⟩Fears of everlasting damnation, the Spirit of this poor creature: And now he begins to bethink himself, and to cry to God for Mercy; Lord, spare me, Lord, spare me. Nay, saith God, you have been a Provocation to me these three Years. How many times have you disappointed me? How many seasons have you spent in vain? How many Sermons and other Mercies did I of my Patience afford you? but to no purpose at all, Take him Death. O good Lord, saith the Sinner, Spare me but this once; Raise me but this once. Indeed I have been a barren Professor, and have stood to no purpose at all in thy Vineyard: But spare! O spare this one time, I beseech thee, and I will be better. Away, away, you will not. I have tried you these three Tears already, you are nought; If I should recover you again, you would be us bad as you was before (and all this talk is while Death stands by.) The Sinner cries again, Good Lord, try me this once, let me get up again this once, and see if I do not mend. But will you promise me to mend? Yes indeed, Lord, and vow it too; I will never be so bad again, I will be better. Well, saith God, ⟨p. 92⟩Death, let this Professor alone for this time. I will try him a while longer, he hath promised, he hath vowed that he will amend his ways. It may be he will mind to keep his Promises.
2. And now he begins to shake the Fig-tree with his threatnings; fetch out th• Ax. Now the Ax is Death, Death ther• fore is called for; Death, come, smi•• me this Fig-tree. And withal the Lor• shakes this Sinner, and whirls him upon Sick-bed, saying, Take him Death, 〈…〉 hath abused my Patience and Forb•• rance, not remembring that it shou•• have led him to Repentance, and to th• Fruits thereof. Death, fetch away th• Fig-tree to the fire, fetch this barren Professor to Hell. At this, Death com• with Grim looks into the Chamber, ye• and Hell follows with him to the Bed-sid• and both stare this Professor in the fac• yea, begin to lay Hands upon him; o• smiting him with pains in his Body, with Head-ach, Heart-ach, Back-ach, Shortness of Breath, Fainting Qualms, Trembling of Joints, Stopping at the Chef• and almost all the Symptomes of a Man pa• all recovery. Now while Death is th• tormenting the Body, Hell is doing with the Mind and Conscience, striking the•• with its Pains, casting sparks of Fire i• thither, wounding with sorrows an• ⟨p. 91⟩Fears of everlasting damnation, the Spirit of this poor creature: And now he begins to bethink himself, and to cry to God for Mercy; Lord, spare me, Lord, spare me. Nay, saith God, you have been a Provocation to me these three Years. How many times have you disappointed me? How many seasons have you spent in vain? How many Sermons and other Mercies did I of my Patience afford you? but to no purpose at all, Take him Death. O good Lord, saith the Sinner, Spare me but this once; Raise me but this once. Indeed I have been a barren Professor, and have stood to no purpose at all in thy Vineyard: But spare! O spare this one time, I beseech thee, and I will be better. Away, away, you will not. I have tried you these three Tears already, you are nought; If I should recover you again, you would be us bad as you was before (and all this talk is while Death stands by.) The Sinner cries again, Good Lord, try me this once, let me get up again this once, and see if I do not mend. But will you promise me to mend? Yes indeed, Lord, and vow it too; I will never be so bad again, I will be better. Well, saith God,
