And (to come to the full _period_ and _finall sentence_ of the most righteous _Judge_ of the whole _world_) with what _horrours_ and _terrours_ shall these _Heavens_ and _Earth_ passe away; this _Earth_ with the works thereof being consumed and burnt up? How inconceivably direfull will the last _eternall judgement_ be, when two worlds of men (the former destroyed by _water_, and this by _fire_) shall appeare, before the most glorious _Tribunall_ of the Son of _God_? When all the most _secret sins_ shall be brought to _tryal_, and an account shall be given for _every idle word_? O who who can conceive the _terrours_ of that thundering _sentence_ [_Goe yee cursed into everlasting fire, prepared for the Devill and his Angels, where the worm never dyes, and the fire never goes out_.] _Object._ But some may say, Can these sayings be any other then a _Parable_ or _similitude_? for is the _Devill_ capable of any _materiall fire_? such as now is grievous and painfull to _flesh_ and _blood_? [Sidenote: The Parables of holy Scripture are ful of heavenly kernels of Truth.] _I answer_, Grant these sayings _Parabolicall_ or _similitudes_, as also that of _Dives_ and _Lazarus_: yet what are _Parables_ and _similitudes_ but _Glasses_ to represent unto us in more plain and easie wayes the holy _truth_ and mind of _God_? [Sidenote: The worme that never dyes, and the fire that never goes out.] The _Kernell_ of _truth_ is not the lesse sweet though wrapt up in the _shels_ and _husks_; Beyond all question therefore _Christ Jesus_ foretels most sure and inconceiveable plagues to all that know not _God_, and obey not his glorious _Gospel_: And by this _Worme_ that never dyes, and this _fire_ that never goes out, declares a _torment_ to be inflicted upon both _men_ and _devils_ which shall be extream like fire which shall be universall upon the whole sinfull _creature_, no part exempted, which shall be also _eternall_, never dying, never ending, yet we may adore _Gods_ righteous judgements and (working out _Salvation_ with fear and trembling) make sure of a _Jesus_ a _Saviour_ to deliver us from the _wrath_ that is to come. [Sidenote: The meditation of death.] In the next place (my deare Love) let us downe together by the _steps_ of holy _meditation_ into the _valley_ of the shadow of _Death_. It is of excellent use to walke often into _Golgotha_, and to view the rotten _skuls_ of so many innumerable thousands of millions of millions of men and women, like our selves, gone, gone forever from this life and being (as if they never had _life_ nor being) as the swift Ships, as the _Weavers shuttle_, as an _arrow_, as the _lightning_ through the aire, &c. It is not unprofitable to remember the faces of such whom we knew, with whom we had sweet acquaintance, sweet society, with whom we have familiarly eaten and lodged, but now growne _loathsome_, _ugly_, _terrible_, even to their dearest, since they fell into the _jawes_ of _death_, the _King_ of _terrors_.