The saints inheritance and the worldlings portion representing the glorious condition of a child…

I but more cause you'll have to weep, if you consider the last thing, and that is, what is like to be the end of all thy portion in this world; if indeed thou couldst ruffle it out in this world, and enjoy thy hearts desire, and there an end: it were somewhat; O, but there is somewhat else remains afterwards; as. 1. O, the perplexity of spirit, that any worldly man will have when death comes, when he shall see an end of all the comforts of this world, now farewell house, farewell lands, and farewell friends, farewell acquaintance, and all merry meetings, and jovialities, I shall never have comfort more in you; as it was the speech of Pope Adrian, when he was to die, O thou my soul, my soul, whither art thou going? whither art thou going? thou shalt never have more jests, nor be merry, nor be jocund any more; where art thou going? so may a man that hath his portion in this world, say at his death, where is this poor soul of mine going? I have lived here thus many years, and I have had many ⟨p. 82⟩merry meetings, I have eaten with the strongest, and have drunk the sweetest, and gone in brave array, but now my day is gone, what shall become of me, what peace have I now, when all is gone.

I but more cause you'l have to weep, if you consider the last thing, and that is, what is like to be the end of all thy portion in this world; if indeed thou could'st ruffle it out in this world, and enjoy thy hearts desire, and there an end: it were somewhat; O, but there is somewhat else remains afterwards; as. 1. O, the perplexity of spirit, that any worldly man will have when death comes, when he shall see an end of all the comforts of this world, now farewell house, farewell lands, and farewell friends, farewell acquaintance, and all merry meetings, and joviallities, I shall never have comfort more in you; as it was the speech of Pope Adrian, when he was to die, O thou my soul, my soul, whither art thou going? whither art thou going? thou shalt never have more jests, nor be merry, nor be jocund any more; where art thou going? so may a man that hath his portion in this world, say at his death, where is this poor soul of mine going? I have lived here thus many years, and I have had many ⟨p. 82⟩merry meetings, I have eaten with the strongest, and have drunk the sweetest, and gone in brave array, but now my day is gone, what shall become of me, what peace have I now, when all is gone.