The real Christian, or, A treatise of effectual calling wherein the work of God…

Fourthly, May not a man be as well without these lusts as with them? I appeal to any mans experience, even thy self who makest this Objection, let the corruption be what it will. If a man be intemperate, following his pot and companions one day, the next day he keeps sober, follows his Calling, is he not as well this day when sober, as yesterday when intemperate? Doth he not see intemperance may be spared, without any damage or hinderance to a mans content? Take any other lust, is not the chaste person as well as he that is unclean? Is not a man when meek, as well as when he is passionate and froward? Doth not experience teach us, there is no need of these lusts? How often have Christians (and those that do not fall into sins to blemish their Profession) been angry with themselves, yea, almost stamped with vexing: must I cross the Will of so great and glorious a Majesty, offend so sweet a Saviour, trouble my peace, hinder my comforts, for that which I can as well spare as the dirt of my shoes, have no more need of it, and yet this body of death how it clogs me.

Fourthly, May not a man be as well without these lusts as with them? I appeal to any mans experience, even thy self who makest this Objection, let the corruption be what it will. If a man be intemperate, following his pot and companions one day, the next day he keeps sober, sollows his Calling, is he not as well this day when sober, as yesterday when intemperate? Doth he not see intemperance may be spared, without any dammage or hinderance to a mans content? Take any other lust, is not the chast person as well as he that is unclean? Is not a man when meek, as well as when he is passionate and froward? Doth not experience teach us, there is no need of these lusts? How often have Christians (and those that do not fall into sins to blemish their Profession) been angry with themselves, yea, almost stampt with vexing: must I cross the Will of so great and glorious a Majesty, offend so sweet a Saviour, trouble my peace, hinder my comforts, for that which I can as well spare as the dirt of my shooes, have no more need of it, and yet this body of death how it clogs me.

Fifthly, We will grant it, that thy lust or idol, which thou so lovest, doth give delight to thy corrupt heart; but is the good so great, that it countervails the evil that attends