Flefh. Who canendure to be thus mewedup ? And under Laws for every bit and cup ? Spirit. Gods cage is better than the Wildernefs. WhenWinter comes, Libertybrings diftrefs. Flefh. Pleafure's mans Happinefs : The Will's not free' To choofe our mifery : This cannot be. Spirit. God is mans End : with him are highell joyes : Senfual pleafures arebut dreams and toyes. Should fin feem fweet I Is Satan turn'd thy friend ? Will not thy fweet prove bitter in the end ? Haft thou found fweeter pleafures than Gods Love? Is a foolslaughter like the Joyes above ? Beauty furpaffeth all deceitful paints ? What's empty mirth to the delights of Saints ? God would not have thee have lefs joy, but more : And therefore chew's thee the eternal fibre. Flefh. Who can love bafenefs, poverty andwant ? And under pining ficknefs be content ? Spirit. He that bath laid his treafureup above And plac't his portiononly in Gods love : That waits for Glory when this life is done : This man will be content with Godalone. Flefh. What goodwillforrow do pm ? Isnot mirth Fitter to warma cold heart here on earth -? Troubles will come whether we will or no- .1'le never banifhpleafore,and choofe wo. Spirit. Then choofe not fin : touchnot forbidden things : Tafte not the fweet that endlefs forrow brings® If thou love pleafure, take inGod thy fill : Looknot fortatting joyes indoing ill. Flefh.
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