"Epipsychidion"
is literature: but so is "A Tale of a Tub."
Listen, for this is literature:
If some king of the earth have so large an extent of
dominion, in north, and south, so that he hath winter and
summer together in his dominions, so large an extent east and
west as that he hath day and night together in his dominions,
much more hath God mercy and judgement together: He
brought light out of darkness, not out of a lesser light; he
can bring thy summer out of winter, though thou have no spring;
though in the ways of fortune, or understanding, or
conscience, thou have been benighted till now, wintered and
frozen, clouded and eclipsed, damped and benumbed,
smothered and stupefied till now, now God comes to thee,
not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the
spring, but as the sun at noon to illustrate all shadows, as
the sheaves in harvest, to fill all penuries, all occasions
invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons[1].
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