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signed for God; as he who is scrustomed to speak to
some great person, doth, perhaps, unawares, acrost
another with those titles he was wont to give to him.
But certainly that passion which accounteth its object
a Deity, ought to be bestowed on him who really is so.
Those unlimited submissions, which would debase the
soul if directed to any other, will exalt and ennoble it
when placed here. Those chains and cords of love are

Again, as divine love doth advance and elevate the
soul, so it is that alone which can make it happy. The
highest and most ravishing pleasures, the most solid and
substantial delights, that human nature is eapable of, are
those which arise from the endearments of a well-placed

successful afection. That which imbitters love,
kes it ordinarily a very troublesome and hurtful

the placing it on those who have not worth
deserve it, or affection and gratitude
her covers, or their miseries Occ

else which may make the beloved person happy, since
he doth heartily wish them, and would readily give them,
if they were in his power. In which sense it is that
one makes bold to say, That dirine lore doth in a
manner give God unto himse!f, by the complacency
it takes in the happiness and perfection of his ne-
ture. But though this may seem too strained an es.
pression, certainly love is the worthiest present we can
offer unto God; and it is extremely debased when we be-
stow it another way.

When this affection is misplaced, it doth often rent
itself in such expressions as point at its genuine and
proper object, and insinuate where it ought to be placed.
The Aattering and blasphemous terms of adoration,
wherein inen do sometines espress their passion, are
the language of that affection which was made and de-
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trouble. To all these evils are they exposed, whose chief and supreme affection is placed on creatures like theinselves: but the love of God delivers us from them all.

The worth of the object. First, I say, love must needs be miserable, and full of trouble and disquietude, when there is not worth and excellency enough in the object to answer the vastness of its capacity. So eager and violent a passion, cannot but fret and torment the spirit, where it finds not wherewith to satisfy its cravings. And, indeed, so large and unbounded is its nature, that it must be extremely pinched and straitened, when confined to any creature; nothing below an infinite good can afford it room to stretch itself, and exert its vigour and activity. What is a little skindeep beauty, or some small degrees of goodness, to match or satisfy a passion which was made for God, designed to embrace an infinite good? No wonder lovers do so hardly suffer any rival, and do not desire that others should approve their passion by imitating it. They know the scantiness and narrowness of the good which they love, that it cannot suffice two, being in effect too little for one. Hence love, which is strong as death, occasioneth jealousy which is cruel as the grave; the coals whereof are coals of fire, which hath a most violent flame.

But divine love hath no mixture of this gall; when once the soul is fixed on that supreme and all-sufficient good, it finds so much perfection and goodness, as doth not only answer and satisfy its affection, but master and overpower it too: it finds all its love to be too faint and languid for such a noble object, and is only sorry that it can command no more. It wisheth for the flames of a seraph, and longs for the time when it shall be wholly melted and dissolved into love: and because it can do so little itself, it desires the assistance of the whole creation, that angels and men would concur with it in the admiration and love of those infinite perfections.

The certainty to be beloved again. Again, love is accompanied with trouble, when it misseth a suitable return of affection: love is the most valuable thing we can bestow, and by giving it, we do in effect give all that we have; and therefore it needs must be afilicting to find so great a gift despised, that the present which one hath made of his whole heart, cannot prevail to obtain any return. Perfect love is a kind of self-dereliction, a wandering out of ourselves; it is a kind of voluntary death, wherein the lover dies to himself, and all his own interest, not thinking of them, nor caring for them any more, and minding nothing but how he may please and gratify the party whom he loves. Thus he is quite undone unless he meets with reciprocal affection; he neglects himself, and the other hath no regard to him; but if he be beloved, he is revived, as it were, and liveth in the soul and care of the person whom he loves; and now he begins to mind his own concernments, not so much because they are his, as because the heloved is pleased to own an interest in them. He becomes dear unto himself, because he is so unto the other.

But why should I enlarge on so known a matter? Nothing can be more clear, than that the happiness of love depends on the relurn it meets with. And herein the divine lover hath unspeakably the advantage, having placed his affection on him whose nature is love; whose goodness is as infinite as his being; whose mercy prevented us when we were his enemies, therefore cannot choose but embrace us when we are become his friends. It is utterly impossible that God should deny his love to a soul wholly devoted to him, and which desires nothing so much as to serve and please him. He cannot disdain his own image, nor the heart in which it is engraven. Love is all the tribute which we can pay him, and it is the sacrifice which he will not despise.

The presence of the beloved person. Another thing which disturbs the pleasure of love, and renders it a miserable and unquiet passion, is absence

and separation from those we love. It is not without a sensible affliction that friends do part, though for some little time. It is sad to be deprived of that society which is so delightful; our life becomes tedious, being spent in an impatient expectation of the happy hour wherein we may meet again. But if death hath made the separation, as sometime or other it must, this occasions a grief scarce to be paralleled by all the misfortunes of human life, and wherein we pay dear enough for the comforts of our friendship. But 0 how happy are those who have placed their love on him who can never be absent from them! They need but open their eyes, and they shall every where behold the traces of his presence and glory, and converse with him whom their soul loveth. And this makes the darkest prison,. or the wildest desert, not only supportable, but delightful to them. The divine love makes us partake of an infinite

happiness. In fine, a lover is miserable if the person whom te loveth be so. They who have made an exchange of hearts by love, get thereby an interest in one another's happiness and misery: and this makes love a troublesome passion when placed on earth. The most fortunate person hath grief enough to mar the tranquillity of his friend; and it is hard to hold out, when we are attacked on all hands, and suffer not only in our own person but in another's. But if God were the object of our love, we should share in an infinite happiness, without any mixture or possibility of diminution; we should rejoice to behold the glory of God, and receive comfort and pleasure from all the praises wherewith men and angels do extol him. It should delight us beyond all expression, to consider, that the beloved of our souls is infinitely happy in himself, and that all his enemies cannot shake or unsettle his throne; that our God is in the heavens, and doth whatsoever he pleaseth.

Behold, on what sure foundations his happiness is built, whose soul is possessed with divine love; whose will is

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