1. Envy, as I told you before, it rotteth the very bones of him that entertains it. And, {139d} 2. As you have also hinted, it is heavier than a Stone, than Sand; yea, and I will add, It falls like a Mill-stone upon the head. Therefore, 3. It kills him that throws it, and him at whom it is thrown. Envy slayeth the silly one. {139e} That is, him in whom it resides, and him who is its object. 4. ’Twas that also that slew Jesus Christ himself; for his adversaries persecuted him through their envy. {139f} {139g} 5. Envy was that by vertue of which Joseph was sold by his Brethren into Egypt: {139h} 6. ’Tis envy that hath the hand in making of variance among Gods Saints. {139i} 7. ’Tis envy in the hearts of Sinners, that stirres them up to thrust Gods Ministers out of their coasts. 8. What shall I say? ’Tis envy that is the very Nursery of whisperings, debates, backbitings, slanders, reproaches, murders, &c. ’Tis not possible to repeat all the particular fruits of this sinfull root. Therefore, it is no marvel that Mr. Badman was such an ill natured man, for the great roots of all manner of wickedness were in him, unmortified, unmaimed, untouched. Atten. But it is {140a} a rare case, even this of Mr. Badman, that he should never in all his life be touched with remorse for his ill-spent life. Wise. Remorse, I cannot say he ever had, if by remorse you mean repentance for his evils. Yet twice I remember he was under some trouble of mind about his condition: {140b} Once when he broke his legg as he came home drunk from the Ale-house; and another time when he fell sick, and thought he should die: Besides these two times, I do not remember any more. Atten. Did he break his legg then? Wise. Yes: Once, as he came home drunk from the Ale-house. Atten. Pray how did he break it? Wise. Why upon a time he was at an Ale-house, that wicked house, about two or three miles from home, and having there drank hard the greatest part of the day, when night was come, he would stay no longer, but calls for his horse, gets up, and like a Madman (as drunken persons usually ride) away he goes, as hard as horse could lay legs to the ground. Thus he rid, till coming to a dirty place, where his horse flouncing in, fell, threw his master, and with his fall broke his legg: so there he lay. {140c} But you would not think how he {140d} swore at first. But after a while, he comeing to himself, and feeling by his pain, and the uselesness of his legg, what case he was in, and also fearing that this bout might be his death; he began to crie out after the manner of such; {140e} Lord help me, Lord have mercy upon me, good God deliver me, and the like. So there he lay, till some came by, who took him up, carried him home, where he lay for some time, before he could go abroad again. Atten. And then, you say, he called upon God.