Oh, that heaven and hell should more work upon men! Oh, that everlastingness should work more! Oh, how can you forbear when you are alone to think within yourself, What is it to be everlastingly in joy or in torment?
I wonder that such thoughts do not break your sleep, and that they come not into your mind when you are about your labor.
I wonder how you can do anything else; how you can have any quietness in your minds; how you can eat, or drink, or rest, till you have got some ground of everlasting consolation.
Is that a man or a corpse that is not affected with matters of such moment? That can be readier to sleep than to trouble when he hears how he must stand at the bar of God? Is that a man or a clod of clay that can rise or lie down: without being deeply affected with his everlasting estate? That can follow his worldly business and make nothing of the great business of salivation or damnation, and that when he knows is hard at hand.