e attire's ÿood-night. 5 Neither Mortalismertua, nor morti obnoxia, asthe fchools interpret, not aelu- ally deprived of all life, fo arenot the righteous that die in the Lord, who are begotten to a lively hope, by the rtfurreEfloàof Jefue Chri/f from the dead; whence the Jews called their Church-yardDomes viventium : not liable and fubjeél to death, as a condemned malefaálor; no, death hath no power over them,either She ie not dead. Rev, r4 t 3, t pct, t. 3; way But what ? Exclufively ; forte others are as if Death and Love had really changed quivers ; the arrow is aimed at our breafl, they who die in the Lord are not dead, but we who live its the fleth , ;re have a name that we live, but we Rev. 3; s. are dead, a lifefal(ly fo called, Veflra ver lea dieitur vita mart eft, Paid the Patelar is four. dead to theliving, ourlife is but imaginativeand fuppoftory, lfa. 29.8. Cullom more than Reafon, makes us believe we live. Stand not our feet in the gates of Death? Pfal. 9. 13. Is not our walk in the fhadowof Death ?' Pfal. 23. 4 me 56p. Tuli Do not we dwell in the body of death ? Rom. 7. 24. mortale eft omne morta- Sos. Ep. 0s. liens bongos, laid Metrodortes ro his filler, all thingsabout us die ; the year dies piece-meal, the fpring dies into the Summer, and in Funeral pomp is deck'd with flowers; the Summer dies into Autumn, and is cut down by the fishand fickle; the Autumn dies and is buried (as Martial's viper) in the frozen grave Concrete riguit of Winter. Each day is (hrowded in its evening, and covered over with the viattarepente black of night, as a departed thing. Sot die the Elements ; the Fire is buried (as Mahumet) in the Air; the Air ( as the old world ) is buried in g'lu: Mart.l,q, yéraliur. Water ; Quotidib morimur, we that are made of them die as fall'[ our life but a frequent dying, out' feveral ages fo many funeral days; our Infancy dies into our Youth ; our Youth is dead and buried in the wrinklesof old age, and Age is loon interr'd in dull and afhes ; for where death hash trued his -plough to sot.Ep.s4. Quanóda diciä furrow up our cheeks, he means ere long there to bring his lids, to mow down ter vi'''' tt the flalk 5 Cu,,, crefcimur vita decrefcit, the taller we grow, the thorter our lives; a !(pmrie de how dare we then call that life which is but the variety of the leveral Stages imitations Cbri. and Scenes of Death. di in 3. e. so. Again, if (Non eft vivere fed valere vita) Health be the clsaraéler of life. atamedioTibu confider the multitude and frequencies of Difeafes, the ill difpofure of the 4` Air ,e sardiai, eft the arrefis of the Gour, and ear h-quakes of the Ague, an hair in the Throar,or the enour ofa Crumb in its poffage down: confider thofe killing Griefs, thole Meu,',4 1 -pig, 6a. piercing Sorrows, theft wounding Cares, which continually annoy us; from i Cor.t ç. 3'. theft calamities we may confefs we die daffy; and from others calumny ive are killed all the day long. Once more, if valere be Philefepari, and to live in lin is to be dead, the Egyptians cry will fill all our months, Exo. 12. 33. we are all but dead men. Who fits. not down appofed with St. Auf/in (nefeio utrum) I know not sehe Sers. Ep. rg. Cher bell to call the time we (pend here, a dying life, or a living death ; but for the faithful departed, they She ie not dead but fleepeth. Exclufively again, as-much as to fay, we fhall not all fleep ; or, bar, As for Bur< the ungodly it is not fo with them, Pfal. I. p. the ad ofthe foul's relinquilhing the body is the fame in all, though it may differ in force circumflance according to the perfon a yet the condition of al .after death is not the fame. Some are truly dead, not lofing their 75 e: , but iv Th, not ceafing tobe, but continuing to be mikirable, others are not death but flcep. The death of the righteous is but for the moment wherein he is changed, and begins his fleep ; butofa (inner that expires his foul in guik,it is forever : his death I may call immortal, adeath without death, of whole. death Chi-if} is not the death, ashe hath promifed the pious, Hof. r 3.14. ero Mors tea 3 mors. t Cor, r t. s' yieracler. How can ye' think they (hall fleep, whole damnation fleeps not? A Worm always gnawing within them ; a Fire perpetual{lathing about them ; and the fury and fcourge of Vengeance íh11 upon them ; their Sorrows and Woesever awaking; their Confcience eternally pricking and wounding, every fin printinga particular Mark g. 44. Plague on them, their fouls thus aflli,Red in a place of refuels torment, their body an accurfed thing, which even a Devil can affume; and though it want a foul, _ yet t
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