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Heaven upon earth, or, The best friend in the worst of times. Delivered in…
Heaven upon earth, or, The best friend in the worst of times. Delivered in several sermons by James Janeway, Minister of the Gospel.
London: printed by T. Milbourn for D. Newman, 1671
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Should I offer to bring you to the place and person of whom you might buy it, should I not soon have your company? should not your necessaries be quickly made ready for such a journey? would you not be up betimes in the morning? nay, would you not travel all night, and think it no folly nor madness, both to lose some rest, and to take some pains, so you might but come to possess what I speak of. Nay, were there but a possibility of obtaining of it, at least a probability, I persuade my self you would not fail to look after it the very first thing you did. I am ready to think you would neither spare for pains or costs, so that after all you might but make sure of enjoying it. Why, what then is the matter that I can do no more in the business that I am about? I am sure I bring you tidings of a better bargain, a braver purchase, and surer inheritance, and what need I then spend so much time in arguing with you? Good Lord what mean people? Are they out of their wits, and quite beside themselves? What, is a Feather better then a Crown, Brass then Gold? Is a Glass to be preferred before a Diamond, finite Enjoyments before everlasting Riches, Darkness before Light, the World before God? O how is man sunk below himself? What hath sin made men and women? If this be not folly and madness, what is? Such may go for wise men in the worlds ⟨p. 116⟩account that makes such choices; and it's possible a man in Bedlam may say his neighbour that tore all his hair off from his head, is well in his wits. O that this were not the condition of the far greater part of the world. And what meanest thou, O my soul, that thou art no more affected to see such vast multitudes of brain-sick frantic sinners, that make light of the tender of the Gospel, that take them for their enemies, who would do their utmost to make them happy for ever. I must profess I am even ashamed of my own heart, that I do not mingle my words with tears; that I should speak for God and souls, with so indifferent a spirit! Well, now you have heard of a great match by which you may be made for ever; are you for all this of the same mind you were: Well then, complain not if you be a beggar. Remember how you were offered, remember you might have been worth more then a world. O that inconsiderate souls did but know; and indeed know what an offer this is! O that they would not carelessly undervalue such a proposal!
Should I offer to bring you to the place and person of whom you might buy it, should I not soon have your company? should not your necessaries be quickly made ready for such a journey? would you not be up betimes in the morning? nay, would you not travel all night, and think it no folly nor madness, both to lose some rest, and to take some pains, so you might but come to possess what I speak of. Nay, were there but a possibility of obtaining of it, at least a probability, I perswade my self you would not fail to look after it the very first thing you did. I am ready to think you would neither spare for pains or costs, so that after all you might but make sure of enjoying it. Why, what then is the matter that I can do no more in the business that I am about? I am sure I bring you tidings of a better bargain, a braver purchase, and surer inheritance, and what need I then spend so much time in arguing with you? Good Lord what mean people? Are they out of their wits, and quite beside themselves? What, is a Feather better then a Crown, Brass then Gold? Is a Glass to be preferred before a Diamond, finite Enjoyments before everlasting Riches, Darkness before Light, the World before God? O how is man sunk below himself? What hath sin made men and women? If this be not folly and madness, what is? Such may go for wise men in the worlds