120 THE LIFE OF 



CHAP, then raised up his mind to frequent holy and heavenly 

 thoughts ; quickening himself by these words ; Quo propin- 

 quior morti, eo Icetior ; quo vicinior ccelo, longior a terra. 

 He enjoined one of his nearest and dearest friends, that 

 when he should perceive him at the point of death, he 

 should prompt him to say these words ; Lord have mercy 

 upon me ; Lord Jesus receive my soul. Which his friend, 

 when he perceived his death approaching, accordingly did ; 

 and though he could not speak the words, yet by the lift 

 ing up his hand he signified the repeating of them in his 

 heart. 



In the beginning of his sickness his friends persuaded 

 him to make use of physic. He answered, &quot; It needed not ; 

 &quot; he should be well. However, 1 said he, &quot; I commit and 

 &quot; submit my body unto them, as unto God s instruments : 

 &quot; yet with this caution, that they deal plainly with me ; 

 &quot; and when they find their art ineffectual, then they render 

 &quot; my poor carcass to me again, to be ordered according to 

 &quot; my own direction.&quot; When he was asked often, how he 

 did, he would say, &quot; I thank God, heart-whole.&quot; And once, 

 having laid one hand on his heart, and lifting up the other 

 to heaven, he said, &quot;The glory above giveth no room to sick- 

 &quot; ness.&quot; When he found he approached nearer to death, 

 according to the order of the Church, he made his confes 

 sion to the Preacher, his assistant, and received his absolu 

 tion; and desired the Communion, but death came too 

 hastily, and prevented. When the Preacher praying with 

 him came to the suffrage, Let the enemy have no power 

 against him, he suddenly interposed with an observed cou 

 rage, &quot; I am assured he shall not.&quot; 



He shewed his paternal and conjugal love by these ex 

 pressions : &quot; Let none,&quot; saith he, &quot; think that I have left 

 &quot; my children poor : no, I have left them heavenly riches.&quot; 

 And when his wife wept by him, he observing it said, &quot;Why, 

 &quot; how now, sweet heart : dost thou by those dear tears 

 &quot; wound thine own heart and mine ? But mine is passion- 

 &quot; proof. Worldly occasions have many nights separated 

 &quot; us, and the morning hath rejoined us. It is but one 



