_Gods_ children as _travailers_ on the Land, as _Passengers_ in a _ship_, must use this world, and all comforts of it, with _dead_, and _weaned_, and _mortified affections_, as if they used them not: If _Riches_, if _Children_, if _Cattel_, if _Friends_, if whatsoever increase, let us watch that the _Heart_ fly not loose upon them: But as we use _salt_ with raw and fresh meats, let us use no worldly comfort without a savoury _Remembrance_, that these worldly _Goods_ and _comforts_ are the common portion of the men of this perishing _world_, who must perish together with them. Let us muse upon their _insufficiency_ to content, and fill our _Hearts_, upon their uncertain coming, and going with _Eagles wings_: upon their _anxiety_, and perplexednes full of _Thorns_, & _vexations_: upon their _certainty_ of departing, how soon we know not. O let us therefor beg _grace_ from _Heaven_, that we may use earthly _comforts_ as a _stool_ or _ladder_ to help us upward to heavenly _comforts_, _profits_, _pleasures_, which are only _true_, and _lasting_, even _eternall_ in _God_ himself, when these _Heavens_, and _earth_ are gone. [Sidenote: 5.] [Sidenote: The power of meditating the joyes that are to come.] Fifthly, to maintain a spirituall _health_ and _chearfulness_ is of no small use (as _Paul_ writes to _Timothie_) sometimes to help our _cold stomacks_ with a little _wine_ or _strong drink_ of the _hope_ of the _joyes_ to come: Lay hold (saith _Paul_ to _Timothie_) of _eternall life_: and as the _Souldier_ meditates upon the _glory_ of his _victories_: The sick _passenger_ at Sea upon his _sweet refreshings_ on shore: the _Traveller_ upon his _journeys end_ and _comforts_ at his home: the _Labourer_ and the _Hireling_ on his _wages_, the _Husbandman_ on his _harvest_: the _Merchant_ on his gain: the _woman_ in _travail_, on her _fruit_: so let us sometimes warm and revive our cold _hearts_ and fainting _spirits_, with the assured hope of those _victories_, those _crowns_, those _harvests_, those _refreshings_ and _fruits_, which never _eye_ hath seen, nor _ear_ hath heard, nor never entred into mans _heart_ the things which _God_ hath prepared for them that love him: Of which however it pleaseth _God_ to give his servants a _taste_ in this _life_, yet the _harvest_, and the _vintage_ are to come, when they that suffer with _Christ Jesus_ shall reign with him, and they that have sown in _tears_ shall reap the never ending _harvest_ of inconceivable joyes. [Sidenote: 6thly.] [Sidenote: Bitter and untoothsome things may yet be of a blessed and wholsome use to Gods people.]