The blessedness of the righteous discoursed from Psal. 17, 15 /The blessednesse of the righteous discoursed from Psal. 17, 15 /

3. 'Twill be fixed, steady intuition (as its object is permanent glory.) The vision of God can neither infer, nor admit weariness. The eye cannot divert, its act is eternally delectable, and affords an unvariable, undecaying pleasure. Sensual delights soon end in loathing; quickly bring a glutting surfeit, and degenerate into torments,^* when they are continued & unintermittent. A Philosopher in an Epistle which he writes to a friend, from the Court of Dionysius, where he was forcibly detained, thus bemoans himself, We are unhappy O Antisthenes, beyond measure, and how can we but be unhappy that are burdened by the Tyrant every day with the most sumptuous feasts, plentiful compotations, precious ointments, gorgeous apparel, and I knew as soon as I came into this Island and City, how unhappy my life would be. This is the nature and common condition of even the most pleasing sensible objects. They first tempt, then please a little, then disappoint, and lastly vex. The eye that beholds them blast's them, quickly rifles and de•lowers their glory; and views them with no more delight at first, than disdain afterwards. Creature enjoyments have a bottom, are soon drained & drawn dry: hence there must be frequent diversions; Other pleasures must be sought out; ⟨p. 103⟩and are chosen, not because they are better, but because they are new.

3. 'Twill be fixed, steady intuition (as its object is permanent glory.) The vision of God can neither infer, nor admit weariness. The eye cannot divert, its act is eternally delectable, and affords an unvariable, undecaying pleasure. Sensual delights soon end in loathing; quickly bring a glutting surfet, and degenerate into torments,^* when they are continued & unintermittent. A Philosopher in an Epistle which he writes to a friend, from the Court of Dionysius, where he was forceably detained, thus bemoans himself, We are unhappy O Antisthenes, beyond measure, and how can we but be unhappy that are burdened by the Tyrant every day with the most sumptuous feasts, plentiful compotations, precious ointments, gorgeous apparel, and I knew as soon as I came into this Island and City, how unhappy my life would be. This is the nature and common condition of even the most pleasing sensible objects. They first tempt, then please a little, then disappoint, and lastly vex. The eye that beholds them blast's them, quickly risles and delowers their glory; and views them with no more delight at first, than disdain afterwards. Creature enjoyments have a bottom, are soon drained & drawn dry: hence there must be frequent diversions; Other pleasures must be sought out;