Ouranos kai tartaros= heaven and hell epitomized. The true Christian characterized. As also an…

But it may be, Friend, thou art one that thrivest in this world, and therefore dost not trouble thy head, much less thy heart, with the things of another world; thou art unwilling to put a spoonful of those thoughts into thy sauce, least it should make thy meat unsavoury, it would mar thy mirth, and spoil thy sports. As Sigismund the Emperor, did not love the pronunciation of the Greek Zeta, because it represented the gnashing teeth of a dying man; so thou art resolved to banish such enemies (as thou thinkest) out of thy coasts, and like a bear, to go down that steep hill of death backward. But know thou, O man, that whether thou wilt consider of thy death beforehand or no, it is hastening upon thee; though thou puttest it far from thee, whether thou wilt or no it draweth nigh to thee; the ship moveth not so fast in the waters, nor the Sun in the heavens, as thou art hastening towards thy long, thine everlasting home, and then death will bring thee up a reckoning for all thy sweet morsels, merry meetings, time and talents whatsoever; believe it then, thou wilt have ⟨p. 63⟩sour sauce for all thy sweet-meats; thy presumption will prove but like Hamans banquet before execution. What advantage then will thy sunny-shiny morning of common mercies bring thee, when (as on Sodom) it will be followed with flakes of fire and brimstone before night? Dost thou not know, that when the wicked flourish, it is that they may be destroyed for ever? Psal. 92.7. The higher thou ascendest on this ladder, the greater thy fall, when death turneth thee off; thou art but ripening for ruin, and fating on earth to fry in hell, all the while thou art flourishing in a course of sinning; nay, thou mayest be much nearer hell, then thou art aware of; The metal when it shineth brightest in the fire, is nearest melting; thou like a candle, mayst give a blaze when thou art going out of the world, into blackness of darkness for ever. The Hawk flieth high, and is as highly prized being set upon a Perch, and set out with the jingling bells of encouragement, and carried on his Masters fist, but being once dead, and pitched over the Perch, is cast upon the dunghill as good for nothing; The Hen scrapes in the dust, nothing rewarded while she liveth, ⟨p. 64⟩but being dead, is brought as a choice dish to her Masters Table;