The mirrour which flatters not. . mp; Heaven attends you^ the Angels ho-nour you, the Divels fearc ycMyNatureobeyes you, and God himfclfe giveshimfclfeto you to obliegc you to thelike reciprocation. f$ not this to pofleflcwith advancement all the felicities,which you can hope ? I dare you towifh more. Awake thy felfethen Reader^ and letthyconfcienceandthymiferie each inits turnefervethee as a Page every mor-ning to put thee in mind, That thm arta Man,^ I meanc a pourtraift animatedwith Deaih^ rather then with Life,fincethou canftdoc nothing but dye, but inthis continuall dying, amid the throng
The mirrour which flatters not. . mp; Heaven attends you^ the Angels ho-nour you, the Divels fearc ycMyNatureobeyes you, and God himfclfe giveshimfclfeto you to obliegc you to thelike reciprocation. f$ not this to pofleflcwith advancement all the felicities,which you can hope ? I dare you towifh more. Awake thy felfethen Reader^ and letthyconfcienceandthymiferie each inits turnefervethee as a Page every mor-ning to put thee in mind, That thm arta Man,^ I meanc a pourtraift animatedwith Deaih^ rather then with Life,fincethou canftdoc nothing but dye, but inthis continuall dying, amid the throng of which flatters mt of evilszv\iXfatnes svhich are cnjoyncdto thy conclirionjConfideralfo thatthou art creattd to ^ofleflc an Eternityboth of life and happincfle, and that allthefe infinite good things arcexpoledas an aymc of honour and glory to theaddrefies ofrhy will; for if thou wilt,Paradtje ftiall bee thine, though Hellgape at thee 9 H^4f^;zftiallbctbyfhare,its delights thy Succeflion, and Godalone thy Soveraignc 57 Hoi»hapf)hmaHy thui 10 betAbletobeasmufbaibedeftra* S8 The MI R R o V R A PROLVSrVE I uponfhe E M B L E ME ;^|of the fec0nd chapter. { SWeJl on unbounded Spirits, whofe vaft hope,-^cornes the fircight limits of all moderateBe Crefcent ftill, fix not ith Foftivet ( flill at more, reach the SHfirlative; .And beyond that too, and beyond the Moonc;Yet als but vaine, andyThefe great acqnitts are bubbles for a Ipurr^ .And1>eath wil leave you nothing but your ShtrtBe Richfi, Greatefi, Powrftilleft, and Split,Fames Trumpet with the blaft on*t>therc s ir,Thats all,a Coffi»^ and a Shet, and then yYoure dead, and buried like to Common men>This S^ladine forefaNv ^ and wifely ftoopesUnto his Fate, midft his triump hant troopcs*A world ofweakh, and Afiaticke Spoyks,guerdon \^\s glorious milita r y toy lesEniignesV^nd Banners fhade his armyes EyesWith fly ing Co lours of fled encmyes :Yet humbly he doth his chiefe Standard reareOnely his 5^
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