little folding of the arms to sleep?"

O that I was one that was skilful in lamentation, and had but a
yearning heart towards thee, how would I pity thee; how would I
bemoan thee! Poor soul, lost soul, dying soul, what a hard heart
have I that I cannot mourn for thee! If thou shouldst lose but a
limb, a child, or a friend, it would not be so much; but, poor man,
it is thy soul: if it was to lie in hell but for a day, but for a
year, nay, ten thousand years, it would in comparison be nothing;
but O it is for ever! O this cutting EVER!

Sinner, awake; yea, I say unto thee, awake! Sin lieth at thy door,
and God's axe lieth at thy root, and hell-fire is right underneath
thee. I say again, awake. Every tree that bringeth not forth good
fruit, is hewn down and cast into the fire.

Poor sinner, awake: Eternity is coming, and his Son; they are both
coming to judge the world: awake; art yet asleep, poor sinner? let
me set the trumpet to thine ear once again. The heavens will he
shortly on a burning flame; the earth and the works thereof shall be
burned up, and then wicked men shall go into perdition: dost thou
hear this, sinner?

Hark again: the sweet morsels of sin will then be fled and gone, and
the bitter, burning fruits of them only left. What sayst thou now,
sinner? canst thou drink hell-fire? will the wrath of God be a
pleasant dish to thy taste? This must be thine every day's meat and
drink in hell, sinner.

I will yet propound to thee God's ponderous question, and then for