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

I am bound to tell you, that God hath committed many Talents into the hands of several amongst you, ye are higher in place and power, ye have more opportunities then others to serve the interest and honour of Christ, and therefore God expecteth that you should do more for him then others. Indulge the Drunkenness, and Swearing, and uncleanness, and Sabbath breaking of others, least ⟨image 12⟩ye should be counted busy-bodies, or precise persons, and you destroy both your own and their souls. There is no such cruelty to mens souls, as clemency to their sins. He loves his friend best, who hates his lusts most. Besides, the wrong your sinful compliance doth to others, whilst ye bear the Sword, as Women wear their Artificial teeth, for show only, not for service, ye treasure up wrath on your own heads against the day of death, for as a reverend Divine now with God said truly. Nothing more sads the heart when one comes to die, then his neglect of those opportunities, which Gods providence or his own place, have put into his hand of doing or receiving good. Neither is there a sharper Corrosive, then the reflection upon those days and times, which have passed over him, male, aliud, nihil, agentem.

I am bound to tell you, that God hath committed many Talents into the hands of several amongst you, ye are higher in place and power, ye have more opportunities then others to serve the interest and honour of Christ, and therefore God expecteth that you should do more for him then others. Indulge the Drunkenness, and Swearing, and uncleanness, and Sabbath breaking of others, least ⟨image 12⟩ye should be counted busie-bodies, or precise persons, and you destroy both your own and their souls. There is no such cruelty to mens souls, as clemency to their sins. He loves his friend best, who hates his lusts most. Besides, the wrong your sinful compliance doth to others, whilst ye bear the Sword, as Women wear their Artificial teeth, for shew onely, not for service, ye treasure up wrath on your own heads against the day of death, for as a reverend Divine now with God said truly. Nothing more sads the heart when one comes to die, then his neglect of those opportunities, which Gods providence or his own place, have put into his hand of doing or receiving good. Neither is there a sharper Corrosive, then the reflection upon those days and times, which have passed over him, male, aliud, nihil, agentem.