Where shall the thirsty soul go, uplesse the fountain afford it some freams ?where shall che new-born fuullatisfie it self, unless the breasts afford it sincere milk? How shall the wandring soul find out its wáy, unlesse the Seers and watchmen be pleaied to to direct it? How shall lou's be season'd with grace, if the faltic self be un savoury?If the eye be darknesse, how great must the darknesse be? O lay out your selves so, as char thousands of souls may blesse you, and have cause to blesse God for you. Truly the Harveft is great and precious, and the labourers are few ; pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth labourers into his harvest.