ſhall at laſt periſh in hell. Fruitleſs fig-trees they are, that bear nothing but leaves, ‘Cut them down,’ ſays Chriſt, ‘and caſt them into the fire.’ To periſh in a priſon or on a dunghill, is nothing; to die for want of food is nothing; Lazarus did ſo, whilſt Dives, with his delicious fare, died on his bed of downs, and was caſt into hell. You that ly on beds of ivory, and have your hangings of needle-work, if you get not Chriſt and a good conſcience, hell ſhall be your fate, and devils your companions, to torment you for ever. ‘And who ſhall be able to ſtand in the day of the Lord’s wrath? And who can dwell with everlaſting burnings?’
Companions in ſin, ſhall be companions in hell, and thoſe that can ſport and play one with another, ſhall in hell drag and torment one another, and curſe the day that ever they ſaw one another, and cry out to one another, O what miſerable wretches were we! to loſe the heaven of heavens for a little vain delight, the love and favour of God, for the love and favour of wicked companions, in whoſe preſence we were more delighted, than in the everlaſting love of God, whoſe pleaſures are pleaſures for evermore. What profiteth it now, that we have had
