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 fire upon thy soul, burning with floods and seas of tears, which thou mayest shed, but shall never quench it. Which way soever thou lookest, thou shalt see matter and cause of everlasting grief. Look up to heaven, and there thou shalt see, O! that God is good for ever. Look about thee, and thou shalt see devils quaking and cursing God, and thousands, nay millions, of sinful damned creatures, crying, and roaring out with doleful shrieks! "O the day that ever I was born." Look within thee, there is a guilty conscience continually gnawing thee. Look on the time past; O! those golden days of grace, and sweet seasons of mercy are gone. Look to the time to come, and there shalt thou behold devils, troops and swarms of sorrows and woes, and raging waves, and billows of wrath coming roaring on thee. Fly from it, О fools, before you feel it, bewail yourselves, be sorry, grieve and mourn, humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, be pricked to the heart: go tell God you cannot bear your sins, they are too heavy for you, much more the punishment; complain to him who is able to ease you. O vex not the righteous soul of the godly from day to day, neither grieve the holy spirit of God, but be converted, that we