you improved them? What of them have you laid cut in relieving my poor members? Have you laid up any thing for eternal life? O! no, ſaith conſcience, I have not, Lord, I have not, but this have I done, I have treaſured up wrath againſt the day of wrath. My gold and my ſilver is ruſted, any riches are corrupted, and rich garments moth-eaten, as St. James ſaith, chap. v. 3, 4. ‘My gold and ſilver is cankered, and the ruſt of them is now a witneſs againſt me, to condem me, and eats my fleſh as it were fire.’ And now alſo, ‘behold the hire of my labourers, which have reaped down my field, which I have kept back by frand, crieth; and the cries of them who have reaped, are entered into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth.’
I have lived in pleaſure upon the earth, and been wanton, and I have nouriſhed my heart as in a day of ſlaughter. I told you, ſaith conſcience, that for all your greatneſs and delights, you muſt come to judgement and give an account to God of all your actions, and for all your wealth, and how, and which way you ſpent every penny that he lent you. Did I not tell you, ſaith conſcience? True it is, my conſcience told me; but I ſlighted conſcience, as a thing of no value or account. Ah miſerable man that I was!
