The fading of the flesh and flourishing of faith, or, One cast for eternity…

I have read of a young Hermit, who being passionately in love with a young Lady, could not by any Art suppress the fury and violence of that flame, till at last being told that she was dead, and had been buried about fourteen days, he went secretly to her Vault, and with the skirt of his Man•le, wiped the moisture from ⟨image 5⟩the Carcass, and still at the return of his temptation laid it before him; saying, Behold this is the beauty of the Woman which thou didst so much desire; And the Man at last with that moisture of the Corps put out the Fire.

I have read of a young Hermit, who being passionately in love with a young Lady, could not by any Art suppress the fury and violence of that flame, till at last being told that she was dead, and had been buried about fourteeen days, he went secretly to her Vault, and with the skirt of his Man•le, wiped the moysture from ⟨image 5⟩the Carcass, and still at the return of his temptation laid it before him; saying, Behold this is the beauty of the Womad which thou didst so much desire; And the Man at last with that moysture of the Corps put out the Fire.

The godliness of the World, its whole glory and gallantry is but a curious Picture drawn on Ice, which affords no good footing, for whilst we are standing on it, we are sliding from it, and who would lay the stress of his felicity upon so slippery a foundation. No wise man ever put his chiefest goods and riches in such low damp rooms, where they will corrupt and putrefy.

The godliness of the World, its whole glory and gallantry is but a curious Picture drawn on Ice, which affords no good footing, for whilst we are standing on it, we are sliding from it, and who would lay the stress of his felicity upon so slippery a foundation. No wise man ever put his chiefest goods and riches in such low damp rooms, where they will corrupt and putrifie.