The saints convoy to heaven a discourse occasioned

Oh! My woeful Case! Oh! My remediless Misery! Oh! My hopeless State! Are these the Devils I did please? Are these they I did so daily serve, so readily yield unto? They could not in my Body have forced me to Sin; but now, just out of the Body, they do, they do, oh, what shall I do? they do force me to the Place of Torment to suffer for my Sin. Woe is me! Is there no Hope? Alas for me! Is there none to help? Is there no escaping out of these Hands, I am so suddenly fallen into? Oh, that Death had killed me, as it hath my Body, from whence now I am turned out! Oh, that I were without Life and Sense, as now my Body is! My earthly Friends are mourning, weeping, and groaning, over my Breathless▪ Carcass; and these Hellish Fiends are rejoicing that I am come from those to them. My Friends are mourning because they have lost me; and these tormenting Devils are glad that they have found me: Men on Earth are not in such haste to carry my Body to the Grave, as these Devils are to carry me to Hell. Oh, Cursed Caitiff that I am! What Difference ⟨p. 46⟩hath one Hour made? What a miserable deceived Wretch was I, when in the Body, and how convinced of my Self-deceiving Flattery, as soon as separated from my Body?

Oh! My woful Case! Oh! My remediless Misery! Oh! My hopeless State! Are these the Devils I did please? Are these they I did so daily serve, so readily yield unto? They could not in my Body have forced me to Sin; but now, just out of the Body, they do, they do, oh, what shall I do? they do force me to the Place of Torment to suffer for my Sin. Wo is me! Is there no Hope? Alas for me! Is there none to help? Is there no escaping out of these Hands, I am so suddenly fallen into? Oh, that Death had killed me, as it hath my Body, from whence now I am turned out! Oh, that I were without Life and Sense, as now my Body is! My earthly Friends are mourning, weeping, and groaning, over my Breathless▪ Carcass; and these Hellish Fiends are rejoicing that I am come from those to them. My Friends are mourning because they have lost me; and these tormenting Devils are glad that they have found me: Men on Earth are not in such haste to carry my Body to the Grave, as these Devils are to carry me to Hell. Oh, Cursed Caitiff that I am! What Difference ⟨p. 46⟩hath one Hour made? What a miserable deceived Wretch was I, when in the Body, and how convinced of my Self-deceiving Flattery, as soon as separated from my Body?