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364
os
,the Excellency
of
the Soul,
ard
the
poor
for
a
pair
of.fheoes
:
That, theyput fuch
.a
poor
price
upon righteous men,',
and
upon poor
men;
as
if
God
fhould
fay,
Know,
I
put
a
greater price
upon my righteous
fervants, than all the
flyer
in the world;
.Oh
now
!
the
complaint
may bee
againtt
many people ,
that
fell
their
fouls for
flyer,
yea even for
a
pair
of
ihooes, for
a
trifle,
for
a
toy,
for nothing.;
not
for all
th
°
world, but
for
every
little
pittance;
what
is
that that
thou
haft,
or
art
like to
have
?
why very poor things
in
comparifon
of
the
world.
I
remember
it
is
reported
of
Alcibiades
a
young
Gallant,
that
Socrates comes
in
a
jeering
way unto
him for
his
pride,
and
brings
him
a
Map of the world, and faith hee
to him,
Shew
mee,
I
pray
thee,
where
lies thy
Land here: Now,
if I
were
to
fpeak
to Princes and Emperours, yet
this
Text
would
fpeak
dreadfully to them, that
they should
venture
their
fouls for Kingdomes and
Empires; but now
for you
that
are
never like to have
any fuch
things,
for you
to fet
your
hearts
upon
fuch
trifles, and
fo
to
damn
your fouls, what
can
you
get? look upon
a
Map,
and fee what all England
is:
Europe
is
but
a
fourth part of
the world that
is
known,
I but
then
what
is England to
Europe,
and
then
to
all
the world
?
and
then
what
is
one County in England, and one
Cicy,or
one
Houfe?
I
have
a
great
many
Tenements,
faith one,
in
a
Pariih,
but
what
is
all
this
to
the world,
and all
this
world unto
Hea-
ven
,
and
Heaven and
the
world
unto
God
?
but
now
to
think
that
thou art bleffed, becaufe thou haft
but
a
few rot-
ten
Tenements
, Oh what
a
feduced heart bath
deceived
thee, that
thou
calif
bee fatisfied with fuch things
as
thefe
are
?
this
one
meditation mee
thinks might
fink
into
the
hearts of
thofe
that
will venture their
fouls
for every
trifle
If
ever
thy
foul
bee
Paved,
God
muít fet
fuch
a
price
upon
ir,
that
hee mutt
give more
than
a
thoufand worlds
are worth
to
fave
it,
hee
mutt
give no
lefs
than the
blood
of
his
Son
;
and
cant+
thou
think that
the
infinite God fhould
prize
thy
foul
at
fuch
a
high
rate,
when thou thy
felf
dolt prize
it
at
fuch
a
low
rate
?
If
fo
bee
that
a
man
had loft any thing
of
his
elate,
and
it
could not bee
redeemed
wiï1iout fame
great