II. MEDITATION
THE Heavens are not
the less constant, because
they move continually, because they move continually one and the same
way.
The Earth is not the more constant, because it lyes stil
continually,
because continually it changes, and melts in al parts thereof. Man,
who is the noblest part of the Earth, melts so away, as if he
were
a statue, not of Earth, but of Snowe. We see
his owne Envie
melts him, he growes leane with that; he will say, anothers beautie
melts him; but he feeles that a Fever doth not melt him like snow,
but powr him out like lead, like iron, like brasse
melted in a furnace: It doth not only melt him, but calcine
him, reduce him to Atomes, and to ashes; not to water,
but to lime. And how quickly? Sooner than thou canst receive an
answer, sooner than thou canst conceive the question; Earth is
the center
of my Bodie, Heaven is the center of my Soule;
these two are the naturall places of those two; but those goe not to
these
two in an equall pace: My body falls downe without pushing, my Soule
does not go up without pulling: Ascension is my Soules
pace
and measure, but precipitation my bodies: And, even Angells,
whose home is Heaven, and who are winged too, yet had a Ladder
to goe to Heaven, by steps. The Sunne who goes so many
miles
in a minut, the Starres of the Firmament, which go so
very
many more, goe not so fast, as my body to the earth. In
the
same instant that I feele the first attempt of the disease, I feele the
victory; In the twinckling of an eye, I can scarse see, instantly the
tast
is insipid, and fatuous; instantly the appetite is dull and
desirelesse:
instantly the knees are sinking and strengthlesse; and in an instant,
sleepe,
which is the picture, the copie of death, is
taken
away, that the Originall, Death it selfe may succeed, and that
so
I might have death to the life. It was part of Adams
punishment, In the sweat of thy browes thou shalt eate thy
bread: it is multiplied
to me, I have earned bread in the sweat of my browes, in the labor of
my
calling, and I have it; and I sweat againe, and againe, from the brow,
to the sole of the foot, but I eat no bread, I tast no sustenance:
Miserable
distribution of Mankind, where one halfe lackes meat, and the
other
stomacke.
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