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

¹Thou yet standest in a soil (saith that accurate Writer) not so proper for the ripening of sin, which will not come to its ⟨p. 103⟩fullness, till trans-planted unto hell. Thou who art here so maidenly and modest, as to blush at some sins out of shame, and forbear the actings of others out of fear, when there thou shalt see thy case as desperate as the Devil doth his; then thou wilt spit out thy blasphemies with which thy nature is stuffed, with the same malice that he doth. The vilest man in this world Is like a swine in a fair meadow; but in the other world, there will be the wallowing in the mire. Thy heart now Is like the Sea which cannot rest, but is ever casting up mire and dirt of sin, foaming out thy own shame, yet still it is shut up with bars and doors of restraining grace; hitherto shalt thou come, and no further; and here shall thy proud waves be stayed; but then the doors will be opened, the banks broken down, and the flood-gates taken up; and ô what a deluge, what an overflow of sin will be there! Here if God should not put a bridle into the mouth of these unruly beasts, and hold them in, there would be no living for a Saint among them; but then when the good shall be parted from them, the reins shall be laid (in some respect) on their own necks, and then they will run ⟨p. 104⟩to the same excess of riot and sin with the very devils.

¹Thou yet standest in a soil (saith that accurate Writer) not so proper for the ripening of sin, which will not come to its ⟨p. 103⟩fulnesse, til trans-planted unto hel. Thou who art here so maidenly and modest, as to blush at some sins out of shame, and forbear the actings of others out of fear, when there thou shalt see thy case as desparate as the Devil doth his; then thou wilt spit out thy blasphemies with which thy nature is stufft, with the same malice that he doth. The vilest man in this world Is like a swine in a fair meadow; but in the other world, there wil be the wallowing in the mire. Thy heart now Is like the Sea which cannot rest, but is ever casting up mire and dirt of sin, foaming out thy own shame, yet still it is shut up with bars and doors of restraining grace; hitherto shalt thou come, and no further; and here shal thy proud waves be stayed; but then the doors wil be opened, the banks broken down, and the flood-gates taken up; and ô what a deluge, what an overflow of sin will be there! Here if God should not put a bridle into the mouth of these unruly beasts, and hold them in, there would be no living for a Saint among them; but then when the good shall be parted from them, the reins shall be laid (in some respect) on their own necks, and then they wil run