In the time of security every man sinneth, but when death substitutes one
friend his special bailie to arrest another by infection, and disperseth
his quiver into ten thousand hands at once, who is it but looks about him?
A man that hath an unevitable huge stone hanging only by a hair over his
head, which he looks every paternoster-while to fall and pash him in pieces,
will not he be submissively sorrowful for his transgressions, refrain himself
from the least thought of folly, and purify his spirit with contrition and
penitence? God’s hand, like a huge stone, hangs inevitably over thy head;