NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 19 



the dark ; and the astrologer pins his faith upon 

 other mens sleeves. 



Arn. You tread upon the heels of my former 

 assertion. 



TJieoph. What if I do ? I hope not to hurt 

 you. The Prince of this world rules in the air, 

 insinuating himself into the heart of man, from 

 whence comes war, and the rumours of war, as 

 rapine, ravages, murder and blood. Does not 

 pride strut up in the face of piety, and hell pre- 

 sume to justle heaven ? And can good and evil 

 (think you) run in parallel lines ? No, Arnoldus, 

 I perswade myself, this age lives within one step 

 of destruction, were it not upheld by an Al- 

 mighty Providence. 



Arn. O the subtilty of man's heart, that no- 

 thing but arrows from the Almighty can reach 

 it! 



TJieoph. He that reads his own heart, with- 

 out a perspective, reads all the world ; but to 

 know God is life eternal, and that's more than 

 the world knows, because wanting the key of 

 knowledg. 



Arn. Man is like a ship in a turbulent sea, 

 where every wave threatens him with death, 

 and every gust of wind one step to his grave. 

 How mindful, therefore, ought he to be of well- 

 living, which answers the ends of well-dying. 



Theoph. Divinely alluded ! Man, therefore, 



