Yea further, is it not a monstrous unnaturalness towards thy self, as well as impiety towards God, not to desire that perfect, final blessedness? Doth not every thing naturally tend to its ultimate perfection and proper end? what creature would not witness against thee, if thou neglect, in thy own capacity and kind, to aim at thine? Surely thou canst not allow thy self to think any thing beneath this, worthy to be owned by thee, under that notion, of thy highest good, and thy last end. But that thy ⟨p. 348⟩Spirit should labour under an aversion towards thy highest good, towards thy blessedness it self, is not that a dismal token upon thee? If thou didst disaffect, and nauseate the things in which thy present life is bound up, and without which thou canst not live, wouldst thou not think thy case deplorate? what dost thou think will become of thy soul? whose everlasting life is bound up in that very good, which thou desirest not. Which cannot live that life without that good, nor with it, if thou hast no desire to it. O the Eternal Resentments, thy Soul will have of this cruelty. To be withheld from that, wherein its life lies? wouldst thou not judge him unnatural, that should kill his Brother, assassin his Father, starve his Child? what shall be said of him that destroys himself? How may that soul lament, that ever it was thine; and say, O that I had rather been of any such lower kind, to have animated a Fly, to have inspirited a vile Worm, rather then to have served a reasonable beast, that, by me, knew the good it would never follow, and did not desire! But if thou hast any such desires, in a low degree, after this blessedness; as thou thinkest may entitle thee to the name thou bearest, of a Saint, a Christian. Is it not still very unnatural to pursue a good approved, by thy stated judgment, as •ast in it self, and for thee, with so unproportionable, so slothful desires? For the same reason thou dost desire it at all; thou shouldst desire it much, yea, and still more, and more, till thou attain it, and be swallowed up into it. Thy best, and last good, thou canst never desire too much.
Yea further, is it not a monstrous unnaturalness towards thy self, as well as impiety towards God, not to desire that perfect, final blessedness? Doth not every thing naturally tend to its ultimate perfection and proper end? what creature would not witness against thee, if thou neglect, in thy own capacity and kind, to aim at thine? Surely thou canst not allow thy self to think any thing beneath this, worthy to be owned by thee, under that notion, of thy highest good, and thy last end. But that thy ⟨p. 348⟩Spirit should labour under an aversion towards thy highest good, towards thy blessedness it self, is not that a dismal token upon thee? If thou did'st disaffect, and nauseate the things in which thy present life is bound up, and without which thou can'st not live, would'st thou not think thy case deplorate? what dost thou think will become of thy soul? whose everlasting life is bound up in that very good, which thou desirest not. Which cannot live that life without that good, nor with it, if thou hast no desire to it. O the Eternal Resentments, thy Soul will have of this cruelty. To be withheld from that, wherein its life lies? would'st thou not judge him unnatural, that should kill his Brother, assassine his Father, starve his Child? what shall be said of him that destroys himself? How may that soul lament, that ever it was thine; and say, O that I had rather been of any such lower kind, to have animated a Fly, to have inspirited a vile Worm, rather then to have serv'd a reasonable beast, that, by me, knew the good it would never follow, and did not desire! But if thou hast any such desires, in a low degree, after this blessedness; as thou thinkest may intitle thee to the name thou bearest, of a Saint, a Christian. Is it not still very unnatural to pursue a good approved, by thy stated judgment, as •ast in it self, and for thee, with so unproportionable, so slothful desires? For the same reason thou dost desire it at all; thou should'st desire it much, yea, and still more, and more, till thou attain it, and be swallowed up into it. Thy best, and last good, thou canst never desire too much.
