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             The life of faith in death· Exemplified in the liuing speeches of dying Christians. By Samuel VVard preacher of Ipswich.
             Ward, Samuel, 1577-1640.
          
           [10], 125, [1] p.
           
             Printed by Augustine Mathewes, for Iohn Marriot and Iohn Grismand, and are to bee sold at their shops in Saint Dunstons Church yard, and in Pauls Alley at the signe of the Gunne,
             London :
             1622.
          
           
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           THE
           LIFE
           OF
           FAITH
           IN
           DEATH
           .
           Exemplified
           in
           the
           liuing
           Speeches
           of
           Dying
           Christians
           .
        
         
           By
           SAMVEL
           WARD
           Preacher
           of
           Ipswich
           .
        
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           by
           
             Augustine
             Mathewes
          
           for
           
             Iohn
             Marriot
          
           and
           
             Iohn
             Grismand
          
           ,
           and
           are
           to
           bee
           sold
           at
           their
           Shops
           in
           Saint
           Dunstons
           Church
           yard
           ,
           and
           in
           Pauls
           Alley
           at
           the
           Signe
           of
           the
           Gunne
           .
           1622.
           
        
      
       
         
         
         
           TO
           HIS
           DEARE
           AND
           LOVING
           MOTHER
           .
        
         
           I
           Honour
           Augustine
           much
           for
           honouring
           his
           Mother
           so
           much
           after
           her
           death
           ,
           whose
           name
           and
           example
           had
           otherwise
           lyen
           in
           obscuritie
           .
           But
           I
           like
           better
           ,
           and
           wish
           rather
           to
           follow
           the
           piety
           of
           Nazianzene
           ,
           who
           gaue
           himselfe
           to
           the
           
           performance
           of
           all
           Christian
           Offices
           to
           his
           louing
           Mother
           .
           God
           hath
           so
           blessed
           the
           former
           part
           of
           your
           life
           aboue
           the
           lot
           of
           most
           women
           ,
           with
           two
           such
           able
           guides
           ,
           as
           haue
           so
           stored
           you
           with
           Spirituall
           and
           Temporall
           furniture
           ,
           that
           you
           neede
           not
           the
           ayde
           of
           any
           your
           Children
           .
           Neuerthelesse
           ,
           Grace
           and
           Nature
           will
           bee
           ascending
           and
           expressing
           themselues
           ,
           though
           in
           weake
           seruices
           .
           REVBEN
           
           when
           hee
           found
           but
           a
           fewe
           Flowres
           ,
           must
           bring
           them
           to
           his
           Mother
           
             LEAH
             .
             ESAV
          
           when
           hee
           takes
           Uenison
           ,
           gratifies
           his
           aged
           Father
           withall
           .
           SAMPSON
           findes
           home
           by
           the
           way
           and
           presents
           of
           it
           to
           his
           parents
           .
           Heere
           is
           a
           Posie
           gathered
           out
           of
           olde
           and
           new
           Gardens
           ;
           this
           sauory
           meate
           hath
           God
           brought
           to
           hand
           ,
           heere
           is
           sweete
           out
           of
           the
           strong
           .
           Let
           your
           soule
           eate
           and
           blesse
           .
           
           The
           vse
           and
           fruit
           of
           them
           I
           wish
           to
           euery
           beleeuer
           ,
           especially
           in
           age
           and
           sickenesse
           :
           but
           the
           handsell
           and
           honor
           of
           them
           (
           if
           any
           be
           )
           to
           your selfe
           ,
           whom
           the
           Law
           of
           God
           and
           Nature
           binds
           mee
           to
           honour
           aboue
           others
           .
           Long
           may
           you
           liue
           to
           blesse
           your
           Children
           with
           your
           daily
           Prayers
           ,
           especially
           your
           sonnes
           in
           that
           worke
           which
           needes
           much
           watering
           .
           Yet
           euery
           good
           Christian
           in
           yeares
           cannot
           but
           desire
           to
           bee
           
           forewarned
           against
           death
           approching
           ,
           and
           that
           is
           the
           ayme
           of
           these
           endeuours
           .
           God
           prosper
           and
           blesse
           them
           as
           the
           former
           :
           and
           send
           mee
           my
           part
           in
           the
           benefit
           of
           these
           (
           as
           hee
           hath
           done
           of
           them
           )
           in
           the
           time
           of
           vse
           .
        
         
           
             Your
             Sonne
             in
             all
             dutie
             ,
             desirous
             of
             the
             birth-right
             of
             your
             loue
             and
             blessing
             .
             SA
             :
             WARD
             .
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
         
           THE
           LIFE
           OF
           FAITH
           IN
           DEATH
           .
        
         
           THat
           which
           hath
           bin
           already
           spoken
           of
           the
           Life
           of
           Faith
           ,
           is
           to
           the
           naturall
           man
           aboue
           all
           Faith.
           And
           yet
           if
           that
           bee
           all
           it
           can
           doe
           ,
           then
           is
           all
           little
           better
           then
           nothing
           .
           Say
           it
           could
           fill
           the
           minde
           of
           man
           with
           all
           content
           ,
           satiate
           
           his
           life
           with
           all
           delight
           ,
           and
           sweeten
           the
           bitternesse
           of
           all
           afflictions
           ,
           yet
           if
           for
           all
           this
           ,
           there
           lurke
           in
           his
           breast
           a
           secret
           and
           slauish
           feare
           of
           Death
           ,
           the
           least
           peece
           of
           this
           leauen
           but
           in
           a
           corner
           of
           the
           pecke
           ,
           is
           enough
           to
           sowre
           the
           whole
           lumpe
           of
           his
           ioyes
           :
           the
           least
           dram
           of
           this
           Coloquintida
           will
           marre
           the
           relish
           of
           all
           his
           sweetes
           :
           and
           make
           him
           crie
           out
           ,
           
             There
             is
             death
             in
             the
             pot
             .
          
           And
           ,
           Oh
           Death
           ,
           how
           bitter
           is
           thy
           mention
           and
           memory
           ?
        
         
           Aske
           Nature
           ,
           and
           call
           to
           Philosophy
           ,
           and
           see
           if
           they
           can
           affoord
           any
           ayd
           ▪
           must
           they
           not
           confesse
           themselues
           heere
           quite
           posed
           and
           plunged
           ?
           hath
           not
           death
           set
           &
           foyled
           their
           whole
           army
           :
           for
           pouertie
           ,
           shame
           ;
           and
           sicknesse
           ,
           and
           other
           such
           pettie
           Crosses
           ,
           some
           poore
           cures
           ,
           and
           lame
           shifts
           haue
           they
           found
           out
           :
           but
           when
           death
           comes
           
           all
           their
           courage
           hath
           fayled
           ,
           and
           all
           their
           rules
           haue
           left
           them
           in
           darke
           and
           desperate
           vncertainties
           .
           It
           is
           possible
           for
           Pharaoh
           with
           much
           a
           do
           to
           stand
           out
           the
           stormes
           of
           Haile
           ,
           the
           swarme
           of
           Flies
           and
           Lice
           :
           but
           when
           once
           the
           crie
           of
           Death
           is
           in
           the
           houses
           ,
           then
           is
           there
           no
           way
           but
           yeelding
           :
           his
           Enchaunters
           and
           Mountebancks
           could
           abide
           the
           crie
           of
           Frogs
           and
           other
           such
           vermine
           ;
           but
           this
           Basiliske
           affrights
           them
           .
           Onely
           Faith
           takes
           it
           by
           the
           tayle
           ,
           handles
           it
           ,
           and
           turnes
           it
           into
           an
           harmlesse
           wand
           ,
           yea
           into
           a
           rod
           budding
           with
           glory
           and
           immortalitie
           .
        
         
           Quartane
           agues
           are
           not
           so
           much
           the
           shame
           of
           Phisicke
           ,
           as
           Death
           is
           of
           all
           naturall
           skill
           and
           valour
           .
           Death
           is
           Faiths
           euill
           .
           Faith
           onely
           professeth
           this
           Cure
           ,
           vndertaketh
           and
           performeth
           it
           with
           the
           least
           touch
           of
           Christs
           hand
           :
           and
           that
           
           as
           familiarly
           as
           the
           richest
           Balme
           doth
           the
           least
           cut
           of
           the
           finger
           .
           Faith
           turneth
           feares
           into
           hopes
           ,
           sighings
           and
           groanings
           ,
           into
           wishings
           and
           longings
           ,
           shaking
           and
           trembling
           into
           leaping
           and
           clapping
           of
           hands
           .
        
         
           Alas
           ,
           all
           troubles
           are
           but
           as
           Pigmyes
           
           to
           this
           Gyant
           ,
           who
           defies
           all
           the
           hoste
           of
           Infidels
           :
           holds
           them
           in
           bondage
           all
           the
           dayes
           of
           their
           liues
           :
           and
           makes
           their
           whole
           life
           no
           better
           then
           a
           liuing
           Death
           and
           dying
           life
           .
           Only
           Faith
           encounters
           this
           Gyant
           ,
           singles
           him
           out
           for
           her
           chiefe
           prize
           ,
           and
           grapples
           with
           him
           not
           as
           a
           match
           ,
           but
           as
           with
           a
           vanquished
           vnderling
           :
           insulting
           ouer
           him
           as
           much
           as
           he
           doth
           ouer
           the
           sonnes
           of
           vnbeliefe
           :
           sets
           her
           foot
           vpon
           the
           necke
           of
           this
           King
           of
           feares
           ,
           and
           so
           easily
           becomes
           Conquerour
           and
           Emperour
           of
           all
           pettie
           feares
           ,
           which
           are
           therefore
           
           onely
           fearefull
           ,
           because
           they
           rend
           to
           Death
           ;
           the
           last
           ,
           the
           worst
           ,
           the
           end
           and
           summe
           of
           all
           feared
           euils
           .
           Here
           ,
           and
           here
           onely
           is
           the
           incomparable
           crowne
           of
           Faith
           :
           here
           only
           doth
           she
           euidently
           and
           eminently
           honour
           her
           followers
           ,
           and
           difference
           them
           from
           all
           others
           with
           a
           noble
           liuery
           of
           true
           magnanimitie
           and
           alacritie
           .
        
         
           It
           is
           true
           ,
           if
           wee
           had
           windowes
           into
           the
           breasts
           of
           men
           ,
           a
           difference
           one
           might
           see
           in
           the
           inward
           bearing
           of
           aduersitie
           :
           but
           for
           the
           face
           and
           outside
           ,
           both
           may
           seeme
           alike
           hardy
           ,
           both
           may
           seeme
           alike
           resolute
           :
           But
           when
           it
           comes
           to
           the
           poynt
           of
           Death
           ,
           then
           the
           speech
           ,
           the
           behauiour
           ,
           the
           countenance
           ,
           palpably
           distinguish
           the
           dull
           patience
           perforce
           of
           the
           worldling
           from
           the
           cheerfull
           welcome
           of
           the
           Christian.
           Let
           Death
           put
           on
           her
           mildest
           vizards
           ,
           come
           
           in
           the
           habit
           of
           the
           greatest
           sicknes
           ,
           to
           the
           stoutest
           Champion
           on
           his
           owne
           Downe
           bed
           ,
           yet
           shall
           his
           heart
           tremble
           and
           his
           countenance
           waxe
           pale
           .
           Let
           her
           dresse
           her selfe
           like
           the
           cruellest
           Fury
           :
           Come
           with
           all
           her
           rackes
           ,
           fires
           ,
           strappadoes
           ,
           wilde
           beasts
           ,
           all
           her
           exquisite
           tortures
           :
           Faith
           will
           set
           a
           woman
           ,
           or
           a
           childe
           to
           make
           sport
           with
           her
           ,
           to
           dare
           and
           to
           tyre
           her
           ,
           and
           her
           tormentors
           .
        
         
           Alas
           what
           doe
           they
           tell
           vs
           of
           their
           Socrates
           ,
           their
           Cato
           ,
           their
           Seneca
           ,
           and
           a
           few
           such
           thinne
           examples
           which
           a
           breath
           will
           rehearse
           ,
           a
           fewe
           lines
           containe
           their
           poore
           ragged
           handfull
           ,
           to
           our
           Legions
           ,
           whose
           names
           or
           number
           one
           may
           as
           soone
           reckon
           as
           the
           sand
           of
           the
           Sea
           shore
           :
           their
           's
           a
           fewe
           choyce
           men
           of
           heroycall
           spirits
           trayned
           vp
           either
           in
           arts
           or
           armes
           :
           Our
           of
           the
           weakest
           sexes
           and
           sorts
           ,
           onely
           
           strong
           in
           the
           Faith
           :
           their
           's
           either
           out
           of
           windy
           vaine-glory
           childishly
           reckoning
           of
           a
           short
           death
           and
           a
           long
           fame
           ,
           or
           out
           of
           blockish
           ignorance
           venturing
           vpon
           Death
           as
           Children
           and
           mad
           men
           vpon
           dangers
           without
           feare
           or
           wit
           :
           Ours
           out
           of
           mature
           deliberation
           and
           firme
           beliefe
           in
           Christ
           :
           who
           hath
           drunke
           out
           of
           Deaths
           bitter
           Cup
           an
           eternall
           health
           to
           all
           mankind
           ,
           taken
           the
           gall
           and
           poyson
           out
           of
           it
           ,
           and
           made
           it
           a
           wholesome
           potion
           of
           immortalitie
           .
           Faith
           heere
           proclaimes
           her
           challenge
           and
           bids
           nature
           or
           arte
           out
           of
           all
           their
           Souldiers
           or
           Schollers
           produce
           any
           one
           ,
           who
           hauing
           free
           option
           to
           liue
           or
           die
           ,
           and
           that
           vpon
           equall
           tearmes
           haue
           embraced
           Death
           :
           Whereas
           infinite
           of
           hers
           haue
           bin
           offered
           life
           with
           promotions
           ,
           and
           yet
           would
           not
           bee
           deliuered
           expecting
           a
           better
           resurrection
           .
        
         
         
           If
           any
           shall
           challenge
           these
           for
           Thrasonicall
           flourishes
           ,
           or
           Carpet
           vaunts
           ,
           I
           appeale
           and
           call
           to
           witnesse
           not
           the
           Cloud
           now
           ,
           but
           the
           whole
           skye
           of
           witnesses
           ,
           such
           I
           meane
           as
           haue
           dyed
           either
           in
           the
           Lord
           ,
           or
           for
           the
           Lord
           ,
           who
           in
           the
           very
           poynt
           and
           Article
           of
           Death
           haue
           liued
           ,
           and
           expressed
           liuely
           testimonies
           of
           this
           their
           life
           ,
           partly
           in
           their
           incredible
           sufferings
           ,
           partly
           in
           their
           admirable
           sayings
           .
           For
           their
           Acts
           and
           Monuments
           if
           they
           had
           all
           been
           penned
           ,
           all
           the
           world
           would
           not
           haue
           conteined
           their
           Histories
           :
           the
           very
           summes
           would
           swell
           to
           large
           Volumes
           .
           The
           valour
           of
           the
           Patients
           ,
           the
           sauagenesse
           of
           the
           Persecutours
           ,
           striuing
           together
           ,
           till
           both
           exceeding
           nature
           and
           beleefe
           ,
           bred
           wonder
           and
           astonishment
           in
           beholders
           and
           Readers
           .
           Christians
           haue
           shewed
           as
           glorious
           power
           in
           the
           faith
           of
           
           Martyrdome
           as
           in
           the
           faith
           of
           Myracles
           .
           As
           for
           their
           last
           Speaches
           ,
           and
           Apothegmes
           ,
           pitie
           it
           is
           no
           better
           marke
           hath
           been
           taken
           ,
           and
           memory
           preserued
           of
           them
           .
           The
           choyce
           and
           the
           prime
           I
           haue
           culled
           out
           of
           ancient
           Stories
           ,
           and
           latter
           Martyrologies
           ,
           English
           ,
           Dutch
           ,
           and
           French.
           The
           profite
           and
           pleasure
           hath
           paid
           me
           for
           the
           labour
           of
           collecting
           ,
           and
           the
           like
           gaine
           (
           I
           hope
           )
           shall
           quit
           the
           cost
           of
           thy
           reading
           .
           Sweetly
           &
           briefly
           they
           comprise
           and
           couch
           in
           them
           the
           foundation
           ,
           the
           marrow
           of
           large
           &
           manifold
           precepts
           ,
           prescribed
           by
           the
           learned
           Diuines
           for
           preparation
           against
           Death
           .
           The
           Art
           of
           dying
           
           well
           is
           easier
           learned
           by
           examples
           then
           by
           directions
           .
           These
           chalk
           the
           way
           more
           plainely
           ,
           these
           encourage
           more
           heartily
           ,
           these
           perswade
           more
           powerfully
           ,
           these
           chide
           vnbeleefe
           with
           more
           authoritie
           :
           if
           
           some
           worke
           not
           ,
           others
           may
           :
           some
           will
           affect
           some
           ,
           some
           another
           .
           Read
           them
           ouer
           to
           a
           sicke
           or
           to
           a
           dying
           Christian
           ,
           if
           they
           quicken
           not
           ,
           if
           they
           comfort
           not
           ,
           it
           is
           because
           there
           is
           no
           life
           of
           Faith
           in
           them
           :
           if
           there
           be
           the
           least
           sparke
           ,
           these
           will
           kindle
           it
           ,
           cherish
           and
           maintaine
           it
           in
           the
           doore
           ,
           in
           the
           valley
           ,
           in
           the
           thought
           ,
           in
           the
           act
           of
           Death
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           The
           Liuing
           Speeches
           of
           
             Dying
             Christians
          
           .
        
         
           
             PART
             .
             1.
             
          
           
             OLd
             Simeons
             Swannes
             Song
             ,
             
               Lord
               let
               thy
               seruant
               depart
               in
               peace
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             The
             good
             Theefe
             ,
             the
             first
             Confessor
             .
             
               Lord
               remember
               me
               when
               thou
               commest
               into
               thy
               Kingdome
               .
            
          
           
             Steuen
             the
             first
             Martyr
             ,
             
               Lord
               Iesus
               receiue
               my
               Spirit
               ,
               forgiue
               them
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             Peter
             the
             Apostle
             :
             
               None
               but
               Christ
               ,
               Nothing
               but
               Christ.
               
            
          
           
             Andrew
             the
             Apostle
             :
             
               Welcome
               Oh
               Christ
               longed
               and
               looked
               for
               .
               I
               am
               the
               Scholler
               of
               him
               that
               did
               hang
               on
               thee
               ,
               long
               haue
               I
               coueted
               to
               embrace
               thee
               ,
               in
               whom
               I
               am
               that
               I
               am
               .
            
          
           
             Polycarpus
             to
             the
             Proconsull
             ,
             
             vrging
             him
             to
             deny
             Christ
             ,
             
               I
               haue
               serued
               him
            
             86
             
               yeares
               ,
               and
               hee
               hath
               not
               once
               hurt
               mee
               ,
               and
               shall
               I
               now
               deny
               him
               ?
            
          
           
             When
             hee
             should
             haue
             been
             tyed
             to
             the
             stake
             ,
             he
             required
             to
             stand
             vntyed
             ,
             saying
             :
             
               Let
               me
               alone
               (
               I
               pray
               you
               )
               for
               hee
               that
               gaue
               mee
               strength
               to
               come
               to
               this
               fire
               ,
               will
               also
               giue
               me
               patience
               to
               abide
               in
               the
               same
               without
               your
               tying
               .
            
          
           
             Ignatius
             ,
             
               I
               am
               the
               Wheat
               or
               Graine
               to
               be
               ground
               with
               the
               teeth
               of
               Beasts
               ,
               that
               I
               may
               bee
               pure
               Bread
               for
               my
               Masters
               tooth
               ;
               Let
               Fire
               ,
               Rackes
               ,
               Pulleyes
               ,
               yea
               and
               all
               the
               Torments
               of
               Hell
               come
               on
               mee
               ,
               so
               I
               may
               winne
               Christ.
               
            
          
           
             Lucius
             to
             Vrbicius
             ,
             a
             corrupt
             Iudge
             threaning
             death
             ;
             
               I
               thanke
               you
               with
               all
               my
               heart
               ,
               that
               free
               mee
               and
               release
               mee
               from
               wicked
               Gouernours
               ,
               and
               send
               mee
               to
               my
               good
               God
               and
               louing
               Father
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
           
             Pothnius
             Bishop
             of
             Lyons
             to
             the
             President
             asking
             him
             in
             the
             midst
             of
             torments
             what
             that
             Christ
             was
             ,
             answered
             ,
             
               If
               thou
               wert
               worthy
               ,
               thou
               shouldest
               know
               .
            
          
           
             Cyprian
             ,
             
               God
               Almighty
               be
               blessed
               for
               this
               Gaole
               deliuery
               .
            
          
           
             Ambrose
             to
             his
             Friends
             about
             him
             ,
             
               I
               haue
               not
               so
               liued
               ,
               that
               I
               am
               ashamed
               to
               liue
               longer
               ,
               nor
               yet
               feare
               I
               Death
               ,
               because
               I
               haue
               a
               good
               Lord.
               
            
          
           
             And
             the
             same
             to
             
               Calligon
               ,
               Valentinians
            
             Eunuch
             threatning
             death
             ,
             
               Well
               doe
               you
               that
               which
               becomes
               an
               Eunuch
               ,
               I
               will
               suffer
               that
               which
               becomes
               a
               Bishop
               .
            
          
           
             Augustine
             ,
             
               Boughes
               fall
               off
               Trees
               ,
               and
               Stones
               out
               of
               Buildings
               ,
               and
               why
               should
               it
               seeme
               strange
               that
               mortall
               men
               dye
               ?
            
          
           
             Theodosius
             ,
             
               I
               thank
               God
               more
               for
               that
               I
               haue
               beene
               a
               member
               of
               Christ
               ,
               then
               an
               Emperour
               of
               the
               world
               .
            
          
           
           
             Hilarion
             ,
             
               Soule
               ,
               get
               thee
               out
               ,
               thou
               hast
               seuentie
               yeares
               serued
               Christ
               ,
               and
               art
               thou
               now
               loath
               to
               dye
               ,
               or
               afrayd
               of
               Death
               ?
            
          
           
             Vincentius
             ,
             
               Rage
               ,
               and
               doe
               the
               worst
               that
               the
               spirit
               of
               malignity
               can
               set
               thee
               on
               worke
               to
               doe
               .
               Thou
               shalt
               see
               Gods
               Spirit
               strengthen
               the
               Tormented
               more
               then
               the
               Deuill
               can
               doe
               the
               Tormentor
               .
            
          
           
             Iubentius
             and
             Maximinus
             ,
             
               Wee
               are
               ready
               to
               lay
               off
               the
               last
               Garment
               the
               Flesh.
               
            
          
           
             Attalus
             answered
             to
             euery
             question
             ,
             
               I
               am
               a
               Christian
            
             :
             being
             fired
             in
             an
             Iron
             Chaine
             ,
             
               Behold
               ,
               oh
               you
               Romans
               ,
               this
               is
               to
               eat
               mans
               flesh
               ,
               which
               you
               falsely
               obiect
               to
               vs
               Christians
               .
            
          
           
             Basill
             to
             Valens
             his
             Viceroy
             ,
             offering
             him
             respite
             ,
             
               No
               ,
               I
               shall
               bee
               the
               same
               to
               morrow
               ;
               I
               haue
               nothing
               to
               lose
               but
               a
               few
               Bookes
               ,
               and
               my
               body
               is
               now
               so
               crazy
               ,
               that
               one
               blow
               will
               ende
               my
               torment
               .
            
          
           
           
             Gordius
             ,
             To
             the
             Tyrant
             offering
             him
             promotion
             ;
             
               Haue
               you
               any
               thing
               equall
               ,
               or
               more
               worthy
               then
               the
               Kingdome
               of
               Heauen
               ?
            
          
           
             Babilas
             dying
             in
             Prison
             ,
             willed
             his
             Chaines
             should
             be
             buried
             with
             him
             ;
             Now
             (
             saith
             he
             )
             
               will
               God
               wipe
               away
               all
               teares
               ,
               and
               now
               I
               shall
               walke
               with
               God
               in
               the
               land
               of
               the
               Liuing
               .
            
          
           
             Barlaam
             ,
             holding
             his
             hand
             in
             the
             flame
             ouer
             the
             Altar
             ,
             sung
             that
             of
             the
             Psalmist
             :
             
               Thou
               teachest
               my
               hands
               to
               warre
               ,
               and
               my
               fingers
               to
               fight
               .
            
          
           
             Iulitta
             :
             Wee
             Women
             receiued
             not
             onely
             flesh
             from
             men
             ,
             but
             are
             bone
             of
             bone
             ,
             and
             therefore
             ought
             to
             be
             as
             strong
             and
             constant
             as
             men
             in
             Christs
             cause
             .
          
           
             Amachus
             ,
             Turne
             the
             other
             side
             also
             ,
             
               Least
               raw
               flesh
               offend
            
             .
             The
             like
             Lawrence
             .
          
           
             Symeones
             ,
             Thus
             to
             dye
             a
             Christian
             ,
             is
             to
             liue
             ,
             yea
             the
             chiefe
             good
             
             and
             best
             end
             of
             a
             man.
             
          
           
             Marcus
             of
             Arethuse
             ,
             hung
             vp
             in
             a
             basket
             ,
             annoynted
             with
             hony
             ,
             and
             so
             exposed
             to
             the
             stinging
             of
             Waspes
             ,
             and
             Bees
             ,
             to
             his
             persecutours
             that
             stood
             and
             beheld
             him
             ;
             
               How
               am
               I
               aduaunced
               ,
               despising
               you
               that
               are
               below
               on
               earth
               .
            
          
           
             Pusices
             to
             Ananias
             an
             olde
             man
             trembling
             at
             Martyrdome
             :
             
               Shut
               thine
               eyes
               but
               a
               while
               ,
               and
               thou
               shalt
               see
               Gods
               light
               .
            
          
           
             Bernard
             ,
             
               Fense
               the
               heele
               voyd
               of
               Merite
               ,
               with
               Prayer
               ,
               that
               the
               Serpent
               may
               not
               finde
               where
               to
               fasten
               his
               teeth
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             The
             second
             part
             .
          
           
             EDWARD
             the
             6.
             
             King
             of
             England
             ,
             
               Bring
               me
               into
               thy
               Kingdom
               ,
               free
               this
               Kingdome
               from
               Antichrist
               ,
               and
               keepe
               thine
               Elect
               in
               it
               .
            
          
           
           
             Cranmer
             Archbishop
             :
             Thrusting
             his
             hand
             into
             the
             fire
             :
             
               Thou
               vnworthy
               hand
            
             (
             saith
             hee
             )
             
               shalt
               first
               burne
               ,
               I
               will
               bee
               reuenged
               of
               thee
               for
               subscribing
               for
               feare
               of
               Death
               to
               that
               damned
               scrowle
               .
            
          
           
             Latimer
             Bishop
             :
             To
             one
             that
             tempted
             him
             to
             recant
             ,
             and
             would
             not
             tell
             him
             his
             name
             :
             Well
             (
             saith
             he
             )
             Christ
             hath
             named
             thee
             in
             that
             saying
             ,
             
               Get
               thee
               behinde
               mee
               Sathan
            
             ;
             And
             being
             vrged
             to
             abiure
             ,
             
               I
               will
            
             (
             saith
             hee
             )
             
               good
               people
               ,
               I
               once
               sayd
               in
               a
               Sermon
               in
               King
            
             Edwards
             
               time
               confidently
               ,
               that
               Antichrist
               was
               for
               euer
               expelled
            
             England
             ,
             
               but
               God
               hath
               shewed
               mee
               it
               was
               but
               carnall
               confidence
               .
            
          
           
             To
             Bishop
             Ridley
             ,
             going
             before
             him
             to
             the
             Stake
             :
             
               Haue
               after
               as
               fast
               as
               I
               can
               follow
               :
               wee
               shall
               light
               such
               a
               candle
               by
               Gods
               grace
               in
            
             England
             
               this
               day
               ,
               as
               I
               trust
               shall
               neuer
               hee
               put
               out
               againe
               .
            
          
           
           
             To
             whom
             Bishop
             
               Ridley
               :
               Bee
               of
               good
               heart
               Brother
               ,
               for
               God
               will
               either
               asswage
               the
               fury
               of
               the
               flame
               ,
               or
               else
               strengthen
               vs
               to
               abide
               it
               .
            
          
           
             Bishop
             Hooper
             ;
             to
             one
             that
             tendered
             a
             Pardon
             vpon
             recantation
             ;
             
               If
               you
               loue
               my
               Soule
               away
               with
               it
               ,
               if
               you
               loue
               my
               Soule
               away
               with
               it
               :
            
             one
             of
             the
             Commissioners
             prayed
             him
             to
             consider
             that
             life
             is
             sweet
             ,
             and
             death
             is
             bitter
             ;
             True
             (
             saith
             hee
             )
             
               but
               the
               death
               to
               come
               is
               more
               bitter
               ,
               and
               the
               life
               to
               come
               more
               sweet
               ;
               Oh
               Lord
               Christ
               I
               am
               hell
               ,
               thou
               art
               Heauen
               ,
               draw
               me
               to
               thee
               of
               thy
               mercy
               .
            
          
           
             
               Iohn
               Rogers
            
             ,
             to
             one
             that
             told
             him
             hee
             would
             change
             his
             note
             at
             the
             fire
             ;
             
               If
               I
               should
               trust
               in
               my selfe
               ,
               I
               should
               so
               doe
               ,
               but
               I
               haue
               determined
               to
               dye
               ,
               and
               God
               is
               able
               to
               inable
               me
               .
            
          
           
             Being
             awakened
             ,
             and
             bidden
             to
             make
             haste
             to
             Execution
             ,
             Then
             (
             saith
             hee
             )
             
               shall
               I
               not
               need
               to
               tye
               my
               poynts
               .
            
          
           
           
             Iohn
             Philpot
             ,
             
               I
               will
               pay
               my
               vowes
               in
               thee
               O
               Smithfield
               .
            
          
           
             Thomas
             Bilney
             :
             
               I
               know
               by
               sense
               and
               Phylosophie
               ,
               that
               fire
               is
               hote
               and
               burning
               painfull
               ,
               but
               by
               faith
               I
               know
               it
               shall
               onely
               waste
               the
               stubble
               of
               my
               bodie
               ,
               and
               purge
               my
               spirit
               of
               it
               corruption
               .
            
          
           
             Glouer
             to
             
               Augustine
               Brenner
               :
               He
               is
               come
               ,
               He
               is
               come
               ,
            
             meaning
             the
             Comforter
             Gods
             Spirit
             .
          
           
             
               Iohn
               Bradford
            
             :
             embracing
             the
             Reeds
             and
             Fagots
             sayd
             ;
             
               Strayte
               is
               the
               way
               ,
               and
               narrow
               is
               the
               gate
               ,
               and
               few
               that
               finde
               it
               .
            
             And
             speaking
             to
             his
             fellow
             Martyr
             :
             
               Bee
               of
               good
               comfort
               Brother
               ,
               for
               wee
               shall
               haue
               a
               merrie
               Supper
               with
               the
               Lord
               this
               night
               ;
               if
               there
               be
               any
               way
               to
               heauen
               on
               Horsebacke
               ,
               or
               in
               fiery
               Chariots
               ,
               this
               is
               it
               .
            
          
           
             Lawrence
             Saunders
             :
             
               I
               was
               in
               prison
               till
               I
               got
               into
               prison
               ,
               and
               now
            
             (
             sayes
             he
             kissing
             the
             Stake
             )
             welcome
             
             
               the
               Crosse
               of
               Christ
               ,
               welcome
               euerlasting
               life
               :
               my
               Sauiour
               began
               to
               mee
               in
               a
               bitter
               Cup
               ,
               and
               shall
               I
               not
               pledge
               him
               ?
            
          
           
             Iohn
             Lambert
             :
             
               None
               but
               Christ
               ,
               none
               but
               Christ.
               
            
          
           
             Baynam
             ,
             Behold
             you
             Papists
             that
             looke
             for
             myracles
             ,
             
               I
               feele
               no
               more
               paine
               in
               the
               fire
               ,
               then
               if
               I
               were
               in
               a
               bed
               of
               Downe
               ,
               it
               is
               as
               sweet
               to
               me
               as
               a
               bed
               of
               Roses
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hugh
               Lauerocke
            
             comforting
             
               Iohn
               A
               Pryce
            
             his
             fellow-Martyr
             ,
             said
             vnto
             him
             :
             
               Bee
               of
               good
               comfort
               my
               Brother
               ,
               for
               my
               Lord
               of
            
             London
             
               is
               our
               good
               Physition
               ,
               he
               will
               cure
               thee
               of
               all
               thy
               blindnesse
               ,
               and
               me
               of
               my
               lamenesse
               this
               day
               .
            
          
           
             
               William
               Hunter
            
             to
             his
             Mother
             ,
             
               For
               a
               momentany
               payne
               I
               shall
               haue
               a
               crowne
               of
               life
               ,
               &
               may
               not
               you
               be
               glad
               of
               that
               ?
            
             To
             whom
             shee
             answered
             ,
             
               I
               count
               my selfe
               happy
               that
               bare
               such
               a
               Champion
               for
               Christ
               :
               and
               thee
               as
            
             
             
               well
               bestowed
               as
               any
               childe
               that
               euer
               I
               bare
               .
            
          
           
             
               Adam
               Damlip
            
             to
             his
             fellow-prisoners
             ,
             wondring
             at
             his
             cheerefull
             Supping
             and
             behauiour
             after
             the
             message
             of
             his
             execution
             :
             Why
             (
             quoth
             hee
             )
             
               thinke
               you
               I
               haue
               beene
               so
               long
               in
               the
               Marshallsea
               ,
               and
               haue
               not
               learned
               to
               dye
               ?
            
             And
             when
             they
             told
             him
             his
             quarters
             should
             bee
             hanged
             vp
             ;
             then
             (
             said
             he
             )
             
               shall
               I
               need
               take
               no
               thought
               for
               buriall
               .
            
          
           
             Priests
             wife
             to
             one
             offering
             her
             money
             ,
             
               I
               am
               now
               going
               to
               a
               Countrey
               where
               money
               beares
               no
               Mastery
               :
            
             when
             sentence
             was
             read
             ;
             
               Now
               haue
               I
               gotten
               that
               which
               many
               a
               day
               I
               haue
               sought
               for
               .
            
          
           
             Kirby
             to
             Master
             Wingfield
             pittying
             him
             :
             
               Be
               at
               my
               burning
               ,
               and
               you
               shall
               see
               ,
               and
               say
               ,
               there
               is
               a
               Souldier
               of
               Christ
               :
               I
               know
               fire
               ,
               water
               ,
               and
               sword
               are
               in
               his
               hands
               ,
               that
               will
               not
               suffer
               them
               to
               seperate
               me
               from
               him
               .
            
          
           
           
             Doctor
             
               Taylor
               ;
               I
               shall
               this
               day
               deceiue
               the
               wormes
               in
               Hadley
               Church
               yard
               ,
            
             and
             fetching
             a
             leape
             or
             two
             when
             hee
             came
             within
             two
             miles
             of
             Hadley
             ,
             Now
             (
             saith
             hee
             )
             
               lacke
               I
               but
               two
               Stiles
               ,
               and
               I
               am
               euen
               at
               my
               Fathers
               house
               .
            
          
           
             
               Walter
               Mill
            
             vrged
             to
             recant
             at
             the
             Stake
             ;
             
               I
               am
               no
               chaffe
               ,
               but
               corne
               ,
               I
               will
               abide
               Wind
               and
               Flayle
               ,
               by
               Gods
               grace
               .
            
          
           
             Bishop
             Farrar
             ,
             to
             a
             Knights
             Son
             bemoaning
             his
             death
             :
             
               If
               you
               see
               me
               stirre
               in
               the
               fire
               ,
               trust
               not
               my
               doctrine
            
             ;
             And
             so
             hee
             stood
             holding
             vp
             his
             stumps
             ,
             till
             one
             Grauell
             strooke
             him
             downe
             with
             a
             staffe
             .
          
           
             Rawlings
             to
             the
             Bishops
             :
             Rawlings
             
               you
               left
               mee
            
             ,
             Rawlings
             
               you
               finde
               mee
               ,
               and
               so
               by
               Gods
               grace
               I
               will
               dye
               .
            
          
           
             Iohn
             Ardley
             ,
             
               If
               euery
               haire
               of
               my
               head
               were
               a
               man
               ,
               it
               should
               suffer
               death
               in
               the
               Faith
               I
               now
               stand
               in
               .
            
             
             The
             like
             
               Agges
               Stanley
            
             ,
             and
             
               William
               Sparrow
            
             .
          
           
             
               Thomas
               Hawkes
            
             ,
             being
             desired
             to
             giue
             a
             signe
             ,
             whether
             the
             fire
             was
             tollerable
             to
             be
             borne
             ,
             promised
             it
             to
             his
             friends
             :
             and
             after
             all
             expectation
             was
             past
             ,
             hee
             lift
             vp
             his
             hands
             halfe
             burned
             ,
             and
             being
             on
             a
             light
             fire
             ,
             with
             great
             reioycing
             ,
             striketh
             them
             three
             times
             together
             .
          
           
             
               Lawrence
               Ghest
            
             to
             his
             wife
             meeting
             him
             with
             seauen
             children
             on
             her
             hand
             :
             
               Be
               not
               a
               blocke
               to
               me
               in
               the
               way
               ,
               now
               I
               am
               in
               a
               good
               course
               ,
               and
               neere
               the
               marke
               .
            
          
           
             The
             Lady
             
               Iane
               Grey
            
             requested
             by
             the
             Lieutenant
             of
             the
             Towre
             to
             write
             her
             Symbole
             in
             his
             book
             before
             her
             beheading
             ,
             wrote
             this
             ,
             
               Let
               the
               glassie
               condition
               of
               this
               life
               neuer
               deceiue
               thee
               ,
               There
               is
               a
               time
               to
               bee
               borne
               ,
               a
               time
               to
               die
               ;
               But
               the
               day
               of
               death
               is
               better
               then
               the
               day
               of
               Birth
               .
            
          
           
           
             
               Alice
               Driuer
            
             ,
             when
             the
             chain
             was
             about
             her
             necke
             :
             
               Heere
               is
               a
               goodly
               Necker
               chiefe
               ,
               God
               be
               blessed
               for
               it
               .
            
          
           
             
               Iohn
               Noyes
            
             kissing
             the
             stake
             :
             
               Blessed
               bee
               the
               time
               that
               euer
               I
               was
               borne
               for
               this
               day
               .
            
             To
             his
             fellow
             Martyrs
             ;
             
               We
               shal
               not
               lose
               our
               liues
               in
               this
               Fire
               ,
               but
               change
               them
               for
               a
               better
               ,
               and
               for
               coales
               haue
               pearles
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             Iulius
             Palmer
             :
             
               To
               them
               that
               haue
               the
               minde
               linked
               to
               the
               body
               ,
               as
               a
               theeues
               foot
               to
               a
               payre
               of
               stockes
               ,
               it
               is
               hard
               to
               dye
               indeed
               ;
               but
               if
               one
               bee
               able
               to
               separate
               soule
               and
               body
               ,
               then
               by
               the
               helpe
               of
               Gods
               spirit
               it
               is
               no
               more
               mastery
               for
               such
               a
               one
               ,
               then
               for
               mee
               to
               drinke
               this
               Cup.
               
            
          
           
             
               Elizabeth
               Folkes
            
             ,
             embracing
             the
             Stake
             ;
             
               Farewell
               all
               the
               world
               ,
               Farewell
               Faith
               ,
               Farewell
               Hope
               ,
               and
               welcome
               Loue.
               
            
          
           
             
               Roger
               Bernard
            
             ,
             being
             threatned
             whipping
             ,
             stocking
             ,
             burning
             ;
             answered
             ,
             
               I
               am
               no
               better
               then
               my
               master
            
             
             
               Christ
               ,
               and
               the
               Prophets
               ,
               which
               your
               Fathers
               serued
               after
               such
               sort
               ,
               and
               I
               for
               his
               names
               sake
               am
               content
               to
               suffer
               the
               like
               at
               your
               hands
               :
            
             so
             immediatly
             he
             was
             condemned
             ,
             and
             carried
             to
             the
             fire
             .
          
           
             
               Thomas
               Sampal
            
             ,
             offred
             a
             pardon
             in
             the
             midst
             of
             the
             fire
             :
             
               Oh
               now
               I
               am
               thus
               far
               on
               my
               iourney
               ,
               hinder
               me
               not
               to
               finish
               my
               race
               .
            
          
           
             Latimer
             Bishop
             ,
             when
             they
             were
             about
             to
             set
             fire
             to
             him
             ,
             and
             Bishop
             Ridley
             ,
             with
             an
             amiable
             countenance
             ,
             said
             these
             words
             :
             
               God
               is
               faithfull
               which
               doth
               not
               suffer
               vs
               to
               be
               tempted
               aboue
               our
               strength
               .
            
          
           
             Bishop
             Ridley
             to
             Mistris
             Irish
             the
             Keepers
             wife
             ,
             and
             other
             friends
             at
             Supper
             ,
             
               I
               pray
               you
               be
               at
               my
               Wedding
               tomorrow
               ,
            
             (
             at
             which
             wordes
             they
             weeping
             )
             
               I
               perceiue
               you
               are
               not
               so
               much
               my
               friends
               as
               I
               tooke
               you
               to
               be
               .
            
          
           
             Tankerfield
             ,
             when
             hee
             had
             put
             one
             Legg
             into
             the
             fire
             .
             The
             Flesh
             
             shrinkes
             and
             sayes
             ,
             
               Thou
               foole
               ,
               wilt
               thou
               burne
               and
               needest
               not
               ?
            
             The
             spirit
             sayes
             ,
             
               Hell
               fire
               is
               sharper
               ,
               and
               wilt
               thou
               aduenture
               that
               ?
            
             The
             flesh
             saies
             ,
             
               Wilt
               thou
               leaue
               thy
               Friends
            
             ?
             The
             Spirit
             answers
             ,
             
               Christ
               and
               his
               Saints
               society
               is
               better
               .
            
             The
             flesh
             saies
             ,
             
               Wilt
               thou
               shorten
               thy
               life
            
             ?
             The
             Spirit
             saies
             ,
             
               It
               's
               nothing
               to
               an
               eternall
               life
               .
            
          
           
             Ioyce
             Lewis
             ,
             
               When
               I
               beholde
               the
               ouglesome
               face
               of
               Death
               ,
               I
               am
               afrayd
               ,
               but
               when
               I
               consider
               Christes
               amiable
               Countenance
               ,
               I
               take
               heart
               againe
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             The
             third
             part
             .
          
           
             IOHN
             HVS
             to
             a
             Countreyman
             that
             threwe
             a
             Faggot
             at
             his
             head
             :
             
               Oh
               holy
               Simplicitie
               ,
               God
               send
               thee
               better
               light
               .
               You
               roste
               the
               Goose
               now
               ,
               but
               a
               Swanne
               shall
               come
               after
               mee
               ,
               and
               hee
               shall
               escape
               your
               Fire
            
             ;
             
             Hus
             a
             Goose
             in
             the
             Bohemian
             language
             ,
             and
             Luther
             a
             Swan
             .
          
           
             Hierom
             of
             Prague
             ,
             
               Make
               the
               fire
               in
               my
               sight
               ,
               for
               if
               I
               had
               feared
               it
               ,
               I
               had
               neuer
               come
               hither
               :
            
             while
             it
             was
             making
             ,
             he
             sung
             two
             Psalmes
             .
          
           
             Anonymus
             on
             his
             death-bed
             ,
             
               Now
               Flegme
               doe
               thy
               dutie
               ,
               and
               stop
               thou
               my
               vitall
               Artery
               .
               Now
               Death
               doe
               me
               that
               friendly
               office
               to
               rid
               me
               of
               paine
               ,
               and
               hasten
               mee
               to
               happinesse
               :
            
             To
             a
             Friend
             of
             his
             that
             willed
             him
             to
             haue
             his
             thoughts
             on
             heauen
             :
             
               I
               am
               there
               already
            
             .
          
           
             
               Claudius
               Monerius
            
             being
             cauilled
             at
             by
             the
             Friers
             for
             eating
             a
             breakfast
             before
             his
             execution
             .
             
               This
               I
               do
               that
               the
               flesh
               may
               answere
               the
               readines
               of
               the
               Spirit
               .
            
          
           
             
               Michaela
               Caignoela
            
             ,
             a
             noble
             Matron
             ,
             seeing
             her
             Iudges
             look
             out
             of
             the
             windowes
             ,
             said
             to
             her
             fellow-Martyrs
             :
             
               These
               stay
               to
               suffer
               the
               torment
               of
               their
               Consciences
               ,
               and
               are
               reserued
            
             
             
               to
               iudgement
               ,
               but
               wee
               are
               going
               to
               glory
               and
               happinesse
               .
            
             And
             to
             certaine
             poore
             women
             weeping
             ,
             and
             crying
             ,
             Oh
             Madam
             ,
             wee
             shall
             neuer
             now
             haue
             more
             Almes
             ,
             
               Yes
               hold
               you
            
             (
             saith
             shee
             )
             
               yet
               once
               more
            
             ;
             and
             plucked
             off
             her
             Slippers
             ,
             and
             such
             other
             of
             her
             apparell
             ,
             as
             shee
             could
             with
             modestie
             spare
             from
             the
             fire
             .
          
           
             
               Iames
               Delos
            
             ,
             to
             Monkes
             that
             called
             him
             proud
             Heretike
             ;
             
               Alas
               ,
               here
               I
               get
               nothing
               but
               shame
               ,
               I
               expect
               indeed
               preferment
               hereafter
               .
            
          
           
             
               Madam
               la
               Glee
            
             ,
             to
             one
             Chavique
             ,
             that
             vpbraided
             her
             for
             denying
             the
             Faith
             ;
             
               Your
               cursed
               faith
               is
               not
               worthy
               the
               name
               of
               Faith
            
             ;
             she
             put
             on
             her
             Bracelets
             ,
             
               For
               I
               goe
            
             (
             said
             she
             )
             
               to
               my
               Spouse
            
             .
          
           
             Marlorat
             to
             friends
             that
             called
             him
             deceiuer
             ;
             
               If
               I
               haue
               seduced
               any
               ,
               God
               hath
               seduced
               me
               ,
               who
               cannot
               lye
               .
            
          
           
             Castilia
             Rupea
             ,
             
               Though
               you
            
             
             
               throw
               my
               body
               downe
               of
               this
               steepe
               hill
               ,
               yet
               will
               my
               soule
               mount
               vpwards
               againe
               ;
               your
               blasphemies
               more
               offend
               my
               minde
               ,
               then
               your
               torments
               doe
               my
               body
               .
            
          
           
             
               Christopher
               Marshall
            
             of
             Antwerpe
             ,
             
               I
               was
               from
               eternall
               a
               sheepe
               destined
               to
               the
               slaughter
               ,
               and
               now
               I
               go
               to
               the
               Shambles
               ,
               Gold
               must
               bee
               tried
               in
               the
               fire
               .
            
          
           
             
               Vidus
               Bressius
            
             ,
             If
             Gods
             Spirit
             saith
             true
             ,
             I
             shall
             straight
             rest
             from
             my
             labours
             ,
             my
             soule
             is
             euen
             taking
             her
             wings
             to
             slie
             to
             her
             resting
             place
             .
          
           
             The
             Duke
             of
             Wittemberg
             and
             Luneburgh
             ,
             
               Many
               haue
               beene
               mine
               errours
               and
               defects
               in
               Gouernment
               ,
               Lord
               pardon
               and
               couer
               all
               in
               Christ.
               
            
          
           
             Picus
             Mirandula
             ,
             
               If
               Christes
               Death
               and
               our
               owne
               were
               euer
               in
               eye
               ,
               how
               could
               wee
               sinne
               ?
               Death
               is
               welcome
               ,
               not
               as
               an
               end
               of
               trouble
               ,
               but
               of
               sinne
               .
            
          
           
           
             Martin
             Luther
             ,
             
               Thee
               Oh
               Christ
               haue
               I
               taught
               ,
               thee
               haue
               I
               trusted
               ,
               thee
               haue
               I
               loued
               ,
               into
               thy
               handes
               I
               commend
               my
               spirit
               .
            
          
           
             
               O
               ecolampadius
            
             to
             one
             asking
             if
             the
             light
             offended
             him
             not
             ,
             
               I
               haue
               light
               enough
               here
            
             ,
             laying
             his
             hand
             on
             his
             breast
             ;
             And
             to
             the
             Ministers
             about
             him
             ,
             
               Let
               the
               light
               of
               your
               liues
               shine
               as
               well
               as
               your
               Doctrine
               .
            
          
           
             Francisco
             Varlute
             ,
             
               Paul
               and
               Peter
               were
               more
               honourable
               members
               of
               Christ
               then
               I
               ,
               but
               I
               am
               a
               member
               ;
               they
               had
               more
               store
               of
               grace
               then
               I
               ,
               but
               I
               haue
               my
               measure
               ,
               and
               therfore
               sure
               of
               my
               glory
               .
            
          
           
             Peter
             Berger
             ,
             
               I
               see
               the
               Heauens
               open
               to
               receiue
               my
               Spirit
            
             ;
             And
             beholding
             the
             multitude
             at
             the
             stake
             ,
             
               Great
               is
               the
               Haruest
               ,
               Lord
               send
               Labourers
               .
            
          
           
             
               Iohn
               Mallot
            
             a
             Souldior
             ;
             
               Often
               haue
               wee
               hazarded
               our
               liues
               for
               the
               Emperour
            
             Charles
             
               the
               fifth
               ,
               and
            
             
             
               shall
               wee
               now
               shrinke
               to
               dye
               for
               the
               King
               of
               Kings
               ?
               Let
               vs
               follow
               our
               Captaine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Iohn
               Fillula
            
             to
             his
             fellowes
             :
             
               By
               these
               Ladders
               we
               ascend
               the
               heauens
               ,
               now
               begin
               wee
               to
               trample
               vnder
               seet
               ,
               Sinne
               ,
               the
               World
               ,
               the
               Flesh
               ,
               and
               the
               Deuill
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thomas
               Calberg
            
             ,
             to
             the
             Fryers
             ,
             willing
             him
             to
             repent
             at
             the
             last
             howre
             :
             
               I
               beleeue
               that
               I
               am
               one
               of
               those
               Workemen
               in
               Christs
               Vineyard
               ,
               and
               shall
               presently
               receiue
               my
               penny
               .
            
          
           
             
               Robert
               Ogners
            
             ,
             Sonne
             to
             his
             Father
             and
             Mother
             at
             the
             stake
             with
             him
             :
             
               Beholde
               millions
               of
               Angells
               about
               vs
               ,
               and
               the
               Heauens
               open
               to
               receiue
               vs.
            
             To
             a
             Fryer
             that
             rayled
             ,
             
               Thy
               Cursings
               are
               Blessings
            
             :
             And
             to
             a
             Noble
             man
             that
             offered
             him
             Life
             and
             Promotion
             :
             
               Doe
               you
               thinke
               mee
               such
               a
               foole
               ,
               that
               I
               would
               change
               eternall
               things
               for
            
             
             temporary
             :
             To
             the
             people
             ,
             
               We
               suffer
               as
               Christians
               ,
               not
               as
               Theeues
               or
               Murderers
               .
            
          
           
             Constantine
             being
             carried
             with
             other
             Martyrs
             in
             a
             Dungcart
             to
             the
             place
             of
             Execution
             :
             Well
             (
             saith
             he
             )
             
               yet
               are
               we
               a
               precious
               odour
               ,
               and
               sweet
               sauour
               to
               God
               in
               Christ.
               
            
          
           
             
               Fran
               :
               Sanromanus
            
             a
             Spaniard
             :
             
               Worke
               your
               pleasures
               on
               my
               bodie
               ,
               which
               you
               haue
               in
               Chaynes
               your
               Captiue
               :
               but
               my
               soule
               is
               euen
               already
               in
               heauen
               through
               Faith
               and
               Hope
               ,
               and
               vpon
               that
            
             Caesar
             
               himselfe
               hath
               no
               power
            
             .
          
           
             Ioan
             the
             Marshals
             wife
             of
             France
             to
             her
             Husband
             at
             the
             Stake
             with
             her
             :
             
               Bee
               of
               good
               cheere
               ,
               our
               Wedding
               was
               but
               a
               shadow
               ,
               an
               earnest
               and
               Contract
               of
               that
               solemne
               and
               blessed
               Marriage
               ,
               which
               the
               Lambe
               will
               now
               consummate
               .
            
          
           
             Anne
             Audebert
             of
             Orleance
             :
             
               Blessed
               bee
               God
               for
               this
               wedding
               girdle
            
             
             (
             meaning
             the
             Chaine
             )
             
               My
               first
               Marriage
               was
               on
               the
               Lordes
               day
               ,
               and
               now
               my
               second
               to
               my
               Spouse
               and
               Lord
            
             CHRIST
             
               shall
               bee
               on
               the
               same
            
             .
          
           
             
               Iohn
               Bruger
            
             ,
             to
             a
             Fryer
             offering
             him
             a
             wooden
             crosse
             at
             the
             Stake
             :
             No
             (
             saith
             hee
             )
             
               I
               haue
               another
               true
               Crosse
               imposed
               by
               Christ
               on
               me
               ,
               which
               now
               I
               will
               take
               vp
               :
               I
               worship
               not
               the
               worke
               of
               mans
               hands
               ,
               but
               the
               Sonne
               of
               God
               ,
               I
               am
               content
               with
               him
               for
               my
               onely
               Aduocate
               .
            
          
           
             Martin
             Hyperius
             ,
             
               Oh
               what
               a
               difference
               there
               is
               betwixt
               this
               and
               eternall
               fire
               !
               who
               would
               shun
               this
               to
               leape
               into
               that
               ?
            
          
           
             Augustine
             of
             Hannouia
             to
             a
             Noble
             man
             ,
             perswading
             him
             to
             haue
             a
             care
             of
             his
             soule
             ;
             
               So
               I
               will
            
             (
             saith
             he
             )
             
               for
               I
               presently
               will
               lay
               downe
               my
               body
               to
               saue
               my
               Conscience
               whole
               .
            
          
           
             Faninus
             an
             Italian
             kissed
             the
             Apparitour
             that
             brought
             him
             word
             
             of
             his
             Execution
             ;
             To
             one
             reminding
             him
             of
             his
             Children
             ;
             
               I
               haue
               left
               them
               to
               an
               Able
               and
               Faithfull
               Guardian
               :
            
             To
             his
             friends
             weeping
             ,
             
               That
               is
               well
               done
               ,
               that
               you
               weepe
               for
               ioy
               with
               mee
               :
            
             And
             to
             one
             obiecting
             Christes
             agony
             and
             sadnesse
             to
             his
             cheerefulnesse
             :
             Yea
             (
             saith
             hee
             )
             
               Christ
               was
               sad
               ,
               that
               I
               might
               be
               merry
               ;
               He
               had
               my
               sinnes
               ,
               and
               I
               haue
               his
               merit
               and
               righteousnesse
               :
            
             And
             to
             the
             Fryers
             offering
             him
             a
             woodden
             Crucifix
             ,
             
               Christ
               needes
               not
               the
               helpe
               of
               this
               piece
               to
               imprint
               him
               in
               my
               minde
               and
               heart
               ,
               where
               hee
               hath
               his
               habitation
               .
            
          
           
             George
             Carpenter
             ,
             All
             Bauaria
             
               is
               not
               so
               deare
               to
               mee
               as
               my
               wife
               and
               children
               ,
               yet
               for
               Christes
               sake
               I
               will
               forsake
               them
               cheerfully
               .
            
          
           
             
               Adam
               Wallacke
            
             ,
             a
             Scot
             ,
             to
             a
             tempting
             Fryer
             ,
             
               If
               an
               Angel
               should
               say
               that
               which
               thou
               doest
               ,
               I
               would
               not
               listen
               to
               him
               :
               is
               the
               Fire
               ready
               ?
            
             
             
               I
               am
               ready
               ;
               Let
               no
               man
               be
               offended
               ,
               no
               Disciple
               is
               greater
               then
               his
               Master
               .
            
          
           
             
               Iohn
               Burgon
            
             to
             his
             Iudges
             asking
             him
             ,
             if
             hee
             would
             appeale
             to
             the
             high
             Court
             :
             
               Is
               it
               not
               enough
               that
               your
               handes
               are
               polluted
               with
               our
               Blood
               ,
               but
               you
               will
               make
               more
               guiltie
               of
               it
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Fredericke
               Anuill
            
             of
             Bearne
             ,
             to
             the
             Fryers
             that
             willed
             him
             to
             call
             on
             the
             Virgin
             Mary
             ;
             three
             times
             repeated
             ,
             
               Thine
               O
               Lord
               is
               the
               Kingdome
               ,
               thine
               is
               the
               power
               and
               glory
               for
               euer
               and
               euer
               ;
               Let
               's
               fight
               ,
               Let
               's
               fight
               .
               Auaunt
               Sathan
               ,
               Auaunt
               .
            
          
           
             
               Godfrey
               Varal
            
             of
             
               Piedmont
               ;
               Hangman
               doe
               thine
               office
               ,
               my
               death
               will
               be
               fruitfull
               to
               my selfe
               and
               others
               .
            
          
           
             Halewine
             of
             Antwerp
             ,
             and
             Harman
             of
             Amsterdam
             ,
             to
             the
             Markgraue
             of
             Antwerpe
             ,
             offering
             mittigation
             of
             Torments
             vpon
             abiuration
             ,
             
               Wee
               are
               resolued
               these
               Momentany
            
             
             
               afflictions
               are
               not
               worthy
               that
               exceeding
               weight
               of
               glory
               that
               shal
               be
               reuealed
               .
            
             Peter
             and
             Nicholas
             Thiesse●
             
               brethren
               ,
               vsed
               the
               like
               speech
               .
            
          
           
             
               Annas
               Burgius
            
             in
             the
             middest
             of
             his
             torments
             :
             
               Lord
               forsake
               mee
               not
               ,
               lest
               I
               forsake
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             
               Peter
               Clarke
            
             with
             the
             root
             of
             hi
             Tongue
             plucked
             out
             ,
             pronounced
             audibly
             (
             to
             shew
             that
             none
             euer
             wanted
             a
             tongue
             to
             praise
             God
             )
             
               Blessed
               be
               the
               name
               of
               God
               ,
            
             as
             of
             old
             Romanus
             the
             Martyr
             ,
             mentioned
             in
             Prudentius
             .
          
           
             
               Godfrey
               de
               Hammele
            
             ,
             to
             one
             that
             called
             him
             Heretique
             ,
             
               No
               heretique
               but
               an
               vnprofitable
               seruant
               ,
               yet
               willing
               to
               die
               for
               his
               Lord
               ,
               and
               reckoning
               this
               death
               no
               death
               but
               a
               life
               .
            
          
           
             Bucer
             ,
             
               No
               man
               by
               talke
               shall
               withdraw
               my
               mind
               from
               Christ
               crucified
               ,
               from
               heauen
               ,
               &
               my
               speedy
               departure
               ,
               vpon
               which
               my
               soule
               is
               fixed
               .
            
             When
             
             one
             aduised
             him
             to
             arme
             himselfe
             against
             Sathans
             temptations
             ;
             
               Hee
               hath
               nothing
               to
               doe
               with
               mee
               :
               God
               forbid
               but
               now
               my
               soule
               should
               be
               sure
               of
               sweet
               consolation
               .
            
          
           
             Tremelius
             ,
             a
             Christian
             Iew
             ,
             
               Let
               Christ
               liue
               ,
               and
               Barrabas
               perish
               .
            
          
           
             Ferdinand
             Emperour
             :
             
               If
               mine
               Ancestors
               and
               Predecessors
               had
               not
               dyed
               ,
               how
               should
               I
               haue
               beene
               Emperour
               ?
               I
               must
               that
               others
               may
               succeed
               mee
               .
            
          
           
             Frederick
             the
             third
             Elect.
             Palat.
             to
             his
             friends
             about
             him
             ,
             wishing
             him
             recouery
             ,
             
               I
               haue
               liued
               enough
               to
               you
               ,
               let
               mee
               now
               liue
               to
               my selfe
               ,
               and
               with
               my
               Lord
               Christ.
               
            
          
           
             Leonard
             Caesar
             :
             
               Oh
               Lord
               doe
               thou
               suffer
               with
               me
               ,
               Lord
               support
               me
               and
               saue
               me
               .
            
          
           
             Windelmuta
             ,
             to
             one
             that
             told
             her
             shee
             had
             not
             yet
             tasted
             how
             bitter
             Death
             was
             :
             No
             (
             said
             shee
             )
             
               neither
               euer
               shall
               I
               ,
               for
               so
               much
               hath
               Christ
            
             
             
               promised
               to
               all
               that
               keepe
               his
               word
               ,
               neither
               will
               I
               forsake
               him
               for
               sweete
               life
               ,
               or
               bitter
               death
               .
            
          
           
             Henry
             Voes
             ,
             
               If
               I
               had
               ten
               heads
               ,
               they
               should
               all
               off
               for
               Christ.
               God
               forbid
               I
               should
               reioyce
               in
               any
               thing
               saue
               in
               his
               Crosse.
               
            
          
           
             The
             Minister
             of
             Brisgo
             ,
             This
             skinne
             which
             scarce
             cleaues
             to
             my
             bones
             ,
             I
             must
             shortly
             haue
             layde
             off
             by
             necessitie
             ,
             how
             much
             more
             willingly
             now
             for
             my
             Sauiour
             Christ.
             
          
           
             
               Adolphus
               Clarebachius
            
             :
             I
             beleeue
             there
             is
             not
             a
             merrier
             heart
             in
             the
             world
             at
             this
             instant
             ,
             then
             mine
             is
             :
             Behold
             ,
             you
             shall
             see
             mee
             dye
             by
             that
             Faith
             I
             haue
             liued
             .
          
           
             
               Alexander
               Cane
            
             :
             when
             a
             fooles
             Cappe
             was
             put
             on
             his
             head
             :
             Can
             I
             haue
             a
             greater
             Honour
             done
             me
             ,
             then
             to
             bee
             serued
             as
             my
             Lord
             CHRIST
             before
             Herod
             ?
             Lord
             ,
             
             
               seeing
               my
               Persecutors
               haue
               no
               mercy
               ,
               haue
               thou
               mercy
               on
               mee
               ,
               and
               receiue
               my
               soule
               .
            
          
           
             Almondus
             a
             Via
             ,
             
               My
               body
               dyes
               ,
               my
               Spirit
               liues
               .
               Gods
               Kingdome
               abides
               euer
               .
               God
               hath
               now
               giuen
               mee
               the
               accomplishment
               of
               all
               my
               desires
               .
            
          
           
             
               Giles
               Tilman
            
             ,
             vrged
             to
             know
             what
             hee
             beleeued
             of
             Purgatory
             .
             
               Purgatorie
               and
               Hell
               I
               leaue
               to
               you
               ,
               but
               my
               Hope
               is
               directly
               to
               goe
               into
               Paradise
               :
               Neither
               feare
               I
               this
               great
               pyle
               of
               Wood
               ,
               whereof
               some
               might
               haue
               been
               spared
               to
               warme
               the
               poore
               ,
               but
               will
               passe
               through
               it
               purged
               for
               my
               Sauiour
               .
            
          
           
             Peter
             Bruse
             :
             
               I
               thanke
               God
               ,
               my
               broken
               legge
               suffered
               mee
               not
               to
               flye
               this
               Martyrdome
               .
            
          
           
             Marion
             the
             wife
             of
             Adrian
             ,
             seeing
             the
             Coffin
             hooped
             with
             Iron
             ,
             wherein
             shee
             was
             to
             bee
             buryed
             aliue
             .
             
               Haue
               you
               prouided
               this
            
             
             
               Pasty-crust
               to
               bake
               my
               flesh
               in
               .
            
          
           
             Lewis
             Paschalis
             :
             
               It
               s
               a
               small
               matter
               to
               die
               once
               for
               Christ
               ,
               if
               it
               might
               be
               ,
               I
               could
               wish
               I
               might
               die
               a
               thousand
               deaths
               for
               him
               .
            
          
           
             Iohn
             Buisson
             :
             
               I
               shall
               now
               haue
               a
               double
               Gaole
               deliuery
               ;
               one
               out
               of
               my
               sinnefull
               flesh
               ,
               another
               from
               the
               loathsome
               Dungeon
               I
               haue
               long
               lyen
               in
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hugh
               Stallour
            
             to
             
               Iohn
               Pike
            
             his
             fellow
             Martyr
             ;
             
               Yet
               a
               little
               while
               ,
               and
               wee
               shall
               see
               one
               another
               before
               the
               Throne
               ,
               and
               face
               of
               God.
               
            
          
           
             
               Levine
               de
               Blehere
            
             ,
             To
             his
             friends
             that
             offered
             to
             rescue
             him
             by
             tumult
             :
             
               Hinder
               not
               the
               Magistrates
               worke
               ,
               nor
               my
               happinesse
               :
               Father
               ,
               thou
               soresawest
               this
               Sacrifice
               from
               eternall
               :
               now
               accept
               of
               it
               ,
               I
               pray
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             Christopher
             Fabrianus
             :
             
               First
               bitter
               ,
               then
               sweet
               ;
               first
               battell
               ,
               the
               victory
               when
               I
               am
               dead
               ;
               euery
               drop
               of
            
             
             
               my
               bloud
               shall
               preach
               Christ
               ,
               and
               set
               foorth
               his
               praise
               .
            
          
           
             Francisce
             Soet
             :
             
               You
               depriue
               me
               of
               this
               life
               ,
               and
               promote
               mee
               to
               a
               better
               ,
               which
               is
               ,
               as
               if
               you
               should
               rob
               mee
               of
               Counters
               ,
               and
               furnish
               me
               with
               Gold.
               
            
          
           
             Guy
             de
             Bres
             :
             
               The
               ringing
               of
               my
               Chaine
               haue
               beene
               sweet
               Musicke
               in
               mine
               eares
               :
               my
               Prison
               an
               excellent
               Schoole
               ,
               wherein
               Gods
               spirit
               hath
               bin
               my
               Teacher
               :
               all
               my
               former
               Discourses
               were
               as
               a
               blinde
               mans
               of
               colours
               ,
               in
               comparison
               of
               my
               present
               feeling
               .
               Oh
               what
               a
               precious
               Comforter
               is
               a
               good
               Conscience
               .
            
          
           
             
               Dionysius
               Peloquine
            
             ,
             To
             the
             Inquisitour
             telling
             him
             ,
             his
             life
             was
             now
             in
             his
             owne
             handes
             .
             Then
             said
             hee
             ,
             It
             were
             in
             an
             ill
             keeping
             .
             
               Christes
               Schoole
               hath
               taught
               mee
               to
               saue
               it
               by
               loosing
               it
               ,
               and
               not
               by
               the
               gaine
               of
               a
               few
               dayes
               ,
               or
               yeares
               ,
               to
               lose
               Eternitie
               .
            
          
           
           
             
               Lewis
               Marsake
            
             Knight
             ,
             seeing
             his
             other
             brethren
             goe
             with
             Halters
             about
             their
             necks
             ,
             which
             they
             offered
             not
             him
             because
             of
             his
             dignity
             ;
             
               Why
               I
               pray
               you
            
             (
             quoth
             hee
             )
             
               deny
               me
               not
               the
               Badge
               and
               ornament
               of
               so
               excellent
               an
               order
               ,
               is
               not
               my
               cause
               the
               same
               with
               theirs
               ?
            
             which
             obtayning
             ,
             hee
             marched
             valiantly
             to
             the
             Stake
             with
             them
             .
          
           
             
               Symon
               Laloeus
            
             to
             one
             Siluester
             his
             Executioner
             ;
             
               Neuer
               saw
               I
               man
               in
               all
               my
               life
               whose
               comming
               was
               more
               welcome
               to
               mee
               then
               thine
               .
            
             So
             cheerfull
             was
             his
             death
             ,
             that
             Syluester
             amazed
             at
             it
             ,
             left
             his
             office
             ,
             became
             a
             Conuert
             and
             a
             Christian
             himselfe
             ,
             went
             to
             Geneua
             for
             further
             instruction
             in
             the
             Gospell
             .
          
           
             Kilian
             a
             Dutch
             Schoolemaster
             ,
             to
             such
             as
             asked
             him
             if
             hee
             loued
             not
             his
             wife
             and
             children
             ,
             Yes
             (
             said
             hee
             )
             
               if
               all
               the
               world
               were
               golde
               ,
               and
               were
               mine
               to
               dispose
               of
               ,
               I
               would
               giue
               it
            
             
             
               to
               liue
               with
               them
               ,
               though
               it
               were
               but
               in
               prison
               ;
               yet
               my
               soule
               and
               Christ
               are
               dearer
               to
               me
               then
               all
               .
            
          
           
             Giles
             Verdict
             :
             
               Out
               of
               my
               Ashes
               shall
               rise
               innumerable
               Christians
               ,
            
             which
             Prophecy
             ,
             God
             so
             verified
             by
             the
             effect
             ,
             that
             it
             grewe
             a
             by-word
             after
             his
             death
             ,
             That
             his
             ashes
             flewe
             abroad
             all
             the
             Countrey
             .
          
           
             
               Anthony
               Verdict
            
             brother
             to
             the
             former
             ,
             condemned
             to
             bee
             eaten
             with
             Beastes
             ,
             to
             preuent
             the
             like
             Prouerbe
             :
             sayd
             to
             his
             Father
             ,
             
               Oh
               Father
               ,
               how
               hath
               God
               enabled
               you
               ,
               to
               haue
               two
               Sonnes
               honoured
               with
               Martyrdome
               .
            
          
           
             
               Iohn
               Barbevill
            
             ,
             to
             Fryers
             that
             called
             him
             ignorant
             Asse
             :
             
               Well
               ,
               admit
               I
               were
               so
               ,
               yet
               shall
               my
               Bloud
               witnesse
               against
               such
            
             Balaams
             
               as
               you
               bee
            
             .
          
           
             
               Francisce
               Coluer
            
             ,
             to
             his
             two
             Sons
             massacred
             together
             with
             himselfe
             :
             
             
               Sheepe
               wee
               are
               for
               the
               slaughter
               ;
               this
               is
               no
               new
               thing
               ,
               let
               vs
               follow
               millions
               of
               Martyrs
               through
               temporall
               death
               ,
               to
               eternall
               life
               .
            
          
           
             By
             all
             these
             which
             are
             but
             an
             handfull
             of
             Christs
             Campe
             Royall
             ,
             it
             sufficiently
             appeares
             they
             had
             their
             Faith
             fresh
             and
             liuely
             in
             the
             face
             of
             this
             graund
             enemy
             ,
             and
             by
             Vertue
             of
             their
             Faith
             ,
             their
             Spirits
             ,
             Wits
             ,
             and
             Tongues
             ,
             vntroubled
             ,
             vndismayed
             ;
             insomuch
             that
             an
             auncient
             witnesse
             of
             the
             Christian
             Bishops
             ,
             that
             they
             did
             more
             ambitiously
             desire
             the
             glory
             of
             Martyrdome
             ,
             then
             others
             did
             Praelacies
             and
             Preferments
             .
             And
             a
             late
             mortall
             enemie
             of
             theirs
             ,
             bade
             a
             vengeance
             on
             them
             ,
             for
             hee
             thought
             they
             tooke
             delight
             in
             burning
             .
             What
             then
             shall
             wee
             gaine
             by
             them
             ?
             I
             remember
             Master
             Rough
             a
             Minister
             ,
             comming
             
             from
             the
             burning
             of
             one
             Austo
             ,
             in
             Smithfield
             ,
             being
             asked
             by
             Master
             Farrar
             of
             Halifax
             ,
             where
             he
             had
             beene
             ,
             made
             answere
             ,
             There
             where
             I
             would
             not
             but
             haue
             been
             ,
             for
             one
             of
             my
             eyes
             ,
             and
             would
             you
             knowe
             where
             ?
             Forsooth
             I
             haue
             beene
             to
             learne
             the
             way
             :
             which
             soone
             after
             hee
             made
             good
             ,
             by
             following
             him
             in
             the
             same
             place
             ,
             in
             the
             same
             kinde
             of
             death
             .
             Now
             if
             one
             President
             made
             him
             so
             good
             a
             Scholler
             :
             What
             dullards
             and
             non-proficients
             are
             we
             ?
             if
             such
             a
             cloud
             of
             examples
             work
             not
             in
             vs
             a
             cheerefull
             abilitie
             to
             expect
             and
             encounter
             the
             same
             aduersary
             ,
             so
             often
             foyled
             before
             our
             eyes
             .
             Yet
             least
             any
             should
             complaine
             ,
             that
             examples
             without
             Rules
             ,
             are
             but
             a
             dumbe
             and
             lame
             helpe
             :
             I
             will
             annexe
             vnto
             them
             a
             payre
             of
             Funerall
             Sermons
             ,
             opening
             a
             couple
             of
             Seales
             
             reuealed
             to
             Iohn
             in
             his
             second
             vision
             :
             The
             first
             ,
             affording
             vs
             sundry
             Meditations
             of
             Death
             and
             Hell
             ;
             The
             second
             ,
             of
             Heauen
             ,
             &
             the
             happinesse
             of
             such
             as
             dye
             in
             the
             Lord
             ,
             and
             rest
             vnder
             the
             Altar
             .
          
           
             The
             vse
             of
             them
             I
             chiefly
             dedicate
             and
             commend
             to
             old
             sick
             persons
             ,
             such
             especially
             ,
             as
             die
             of
             lingring
             diseases
             ,
             affoording
             them
             leisure
             to
             peruse
             such
             themes
             ,
             though
             I
             forbid
             none
             ,
             but
             to
             all
             I
             say
             ,
             
               Come
               and
               see
            
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           THE
           LIFE
           OF
           FAITH
           in
           DEATH
           .
        
         
           
             
               REVEL
               .
               6.
               7.
               8.
               
            
             
               
                 
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                
                 .
                 Come
                 and
                 see
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 behold
                 a
                 pale
                 horse
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 name
                 that
                 sate
                 on
                 him
                 was
                 Death
                 ,
                 and
                 Hell
                 followed
                 after
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 power
                 was
                 giuen
                 vnto
                 them
                 ,
                 &c.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
               COme
               and
               see
            
             .
             Were
             it
             some
             stately
             ,
             some
             pleasing
             ,
             yea
             or
             but
             some
             vaine
             sight
             such
             as
             Mordecay
             riding
             on
             the
             kings
             Horse
             in
             pompe
             with
             the
             Royall
             Furniture
             :
             or
             but
             a
             company
             of
             Players
             ,
             riding
             through
             a
             Market
             ,
             
             A
             Drum
             ,
             a
             Trumpet
             ,
             or
             the
             least
             call
             would
             serue
             the
             turne
             ,
             to
             draw
             vs
             out
             to
             the
             sight
             :
             But
             these
             being
             serious
             ,
             yea
             to
             nature
             somwhat
             hideous
             and
             odious
             Voyces
             ,
             like
             vnto
             Thunders
             ,
             are
             giuen
             to
             the
             beasts
             to
             call
             beholders
             .
             The
             Cryer
             in
             the
             Wildernesse
             is
             willed
             to
             cry
             this
             Theme
             aloud
             in
             the
             deafe
             eares
             of
             men
             .
             A
             Boanerges
             with
             all
             the
             vehemency
             and
             contention
             of
             his
             voyce
             and
             affections
             ,
             will
             bee
             too
             little
             ,
             vnlesse
             God
             boare
             the
             eares
             ,
             open
             the
             eyes
             ,
             and
             perswade
             the
             hearts
             of
             men
             to
             
               Come
               and
               see
            
             .
             Yet
             is
             it
             but
             our
             folly
             to
             be
             so
             shye
             of
             this
             sight
             ,
             for
             though
             it
             bee
             sad
             ,
             yet
             is
             it
             of
             all
             the
             sights
             vnder
             the
             Sunne
             the
             most
             necessary
             ,
             the
             most
             profitable
             ;
             Though
             we
             turne
             away
             our
             faces
             and
             close
             our
             eyes
             ,
             yet
             see
             it
             wee
             must
             ,
             and
             see
             it
             wee
             shall
             ,
             neuer
             the
             lesse
             ,
             neuer
             the
             sooner
             ,
             neuer
             the
             later
             .
             
             Nay
             ,
             the
             truth
             is
             ,
             see
             it
             wee
             neuer
             shall
             ,
             but
             with
             closed
             eyes
             .
             Thou
             tender
             faint-hearted
             man
             or
             woman
             that
             art
             so
             loath
             to
             meete
             with
             a
             Corps
             or
             Beere
             ,
             to
             see
             a
             skull
             ,
             or
             any
             thing
             that
             minds
             thee
             of
             Death
             ,
             shalt
             thou
             by
             this
             meanes
             protract
             or
             escape
             thy
             Death
             ?
             No
             ,
             let
             mee
             tell
             thee
             praeuision
             is
             the
             best
             preuention
             ,
             and
             praemonition
             the
             best
             praemunition
             .
             That
             which
             is
             commonly
             receiued
             of
             the
             Basiliske
             ,
             is
             here
             no
             conceited
             Story
             ,
             but
             a
             serious
             truth
             .
             He
             that
             sees
             it
             before
             he
             be
             seene
             of
             it
             ,
             may
             auoyd
             the
             deadly
             poyson
             of
             it
             .
             Hee
             that
             sees
             it
             before
             it
             comes
             ,
             shall
             not
             see
             it
             when
             it
             comes
             .
             Hee
             that
             mannageth
             an
             horse
             at
             an
             armed
             stake
             ,
             fits
             him
             to
             rush
             into
             the
             maine
             Battell
             without
             feare
             .
             And
             wouldest
             thou
             with
             Ioseph
             of
             Arimathaea
             ,
             walke
             euery
             day
             a
             turne
             or
             two
             with
             
             Death
             in
             thy
             Garden
             ,
             and
             well
             foreacquaint
             thy selfe
             therewithall
             ,
             thou
             shouldest
             haue
             ,
             if
             not
             Enochs
             ,
             yet
             euery
             true
             beleeuers
             Priuiledge
             ,
             not
             to
             see
             Death
             ,
             not
             to
             taste
             of
             Death
             ,
             viz.
             in
             that
             ougly
             forme
             ,
             distastfull
             manner
             ,
             which
             other
             the
             sonnes
             of
             Adam
             do
             ,
             who
             because
             they
             will
             not
             see
             the
             face
             of
             it
             ,
             must
             feele
             the
             sting
             of
             it
             .
             To
             dye
             well
             and
             cheerfully
             ,
             is
             too
             busie
             a
             worke
             to
             be
             well
             done
             
               ex
               tempore
            
             .
             The
             Foundation
             of
             Death
             must
             bee
             layde
             in
             life
             .
             Hee
             that
             meanes
             ,
             and
             desires
             to
             dye
             well
             ,
             must
             dye
             daily
             .
             Hee
             that
             would
             ende
             his
             dayes
             well
             ,
             must
             spend
             them
             well
             ,
             the
             one
             will
             helpe
             the
             other
             .
             The
             thoughts
             of
             thy
             end
             as
             the
             trayne
             of
             the
             Foule
             and
             Rudder
             of
             a
             Shipp
             will
             guide
             thy
             life
             ,
             and
             a
             good
             Life
             will
             leade
             thee
             to
             a
             peaceable
             end
             ,
             that
             thou
             shalt
             neither
             shame
             or
             feare
             to
             
             dye
             .
             In
             a
             word
             ,
             Platoes
             Phylosophy
             in
             this
             ,
             is
             true
             Diuinitie
             :
             that
             the
             best
             meane
             ,
             and
             whole
             summe
             of
             a
             wise
             mans
             life
             ,
             is
             the
             Commentation
             of
             Death
             ,
             not
             euery
             fleet
             and
             flitting
             flash
             ,
             but
             frequent
             and
             fixed
             contemplations
             .
             Death
             is
             the
             knownest
             and
             vnknownest
             thing
             in
             the
             world
             :
             that
             of
             which
             men
             haue
             the
             most
             thoughts
             and
             fewest
             Meditations
             .
             Be
             therefore
             perswaded
             to
             
               Come
               and
               see
            
             :
             that
             is
             ,
             come
             that
             thou
             mayest
             see
             .
             Come
             from
             other
             obiects
             ,
             infinite
             and
             vaine
             spectacles
             ,
             with
             which
             the
             eye
             is
             neuer
             glutted
             .
             Drawe
             neere
             and
             close
             to
             this
             that
             thou
             mayest
             see
             it
             throughly
             .
             Wipe
             off
             the
             Clay
             ,
             Spittle
             ,
             and
             Scales
             of
             thine
             eyes
             ,
             that
             thou
             mayest
             cleerly
             behold
             the
             nature
             ,
             quality
             ,
             and
             consequents
             of
             Death
             .
             No
             mortall
             wight
             but
             hath
             some
             blushes
             of
             mortality
             ,
             such
             as
             go
             and
             come
             ,
             
             but
             if
             they
             would
             suffer
             them
             to
             lodge
             in
             their
             mindes
             ,
             they
             must
             needes
             stirre
             some
             affection
             ,
             and
             leaue
             some
             impression
             in
             the
             memory
             ,
             and
             produce
             some
             effects
             in
             their
             liues
             .
             Socrates
             had
             a
             gift
             that
             hee
             could
             fasten
             his
             eyes
             many
             howers
             on
             one
             obiect
             without
             change
             or
             wearinesse
             :
             Halfe
             so
             stayed
             a
             thought
             of
             ones
             mortalitie
             ,
             might
             bring
             a
             man
             to
             immortalitie
             .
             It
             is
             not
             beautie
             seene
             ,
             but
             looked
             on
             that
             wounds
             .
             I
             meet
             with
             a
             Story
             of
             one
             that
             gaue
             a
             young
             Prodigall
             a
             Ring
             with
             a
             Deaths
             head
             ,
             with
             this
             condition
             ,
             that
             he
             should
             one
             houre
             daily
             for
             seauen
             dayes
             together
             looke
             and
             thinke
             vpon
             it
             :
             which
             bred
             a
             strange
             alteration
             in
             his
             life
             ,
             like
             that
             of
             Thesposius
             in
             Plutarke
             ,
             or
             that
             more
             remarkable
             ,
             of
             Waldus
             the
             rich
             Merchant
             in
             Lyons
             ,
             who
             seeing
             one
             drop
             downe
             dead
             in
             
             the
             streets
             before
             him
             ,
             went
             home
             ,
             repented
             ,
             changed
             his
             life
             ,
             studied
             the
             Scripture
             ,
             and
             became
             a
             worthy
             Preacher
             ,
             Father
             ,
             and
             Founder
             of
             the
             Christians
             called
             Waldenses
             ,
             or
             poore
             men
             of
             Lyons
             .
             In
             Conference
             and
             Confessions
             many
             one
             hath
             acknowledged
             to
             my selfe
             the
             like
             :
             some
             that
             by
             dangerous
             sicknesse
             of
             their
             own
             ,
             others
             that
             by
             feare
             of
             infection
             in
             times
             of
             the
             Plague
             ,
             and
             generall
             Visitation
             ,
             others
             by
             the
             death
             of
             friends
             ,
             as
             by
             shafts
             that
             haue
             fallen
             neere
             them
             ,
             haue
             beene
             awakened
             ,
             affrighted
             ,
             and
             occasioned
             to
             thinke
             deeply
             on
             their
             ends
             ,
             to
             prouide
             against
             their
             ends
             ,
             to
             attend
             the
             Word
             ,
             which
             hath
             proued
             the
             meane
             of
             their
             conuersion
             and
             saluation
             .
             And
             this
             I
             thinke
             should
             bee
             enough
             to
             perswade
             young
             and
             olde
             ,
             one
             and
             other
             to
             
               Come
               and
               see
            
             .
          
           
           
             But
             what
             now
             are
             we
             come
             out
             to
             see
             ?
          
           
             Behold
             ,
             First
             the
             Seale
             opened
             .
          
           
             Secondly
             ,
             the
             Horse
             issuing
             out
             .
          
           
             Thirdly
             ,
             the
             Colour
             of
             the
             Horse
             .
          
           
             Fourthly
             ,
             the
             Rider
             and
             his
             Followers
             .
             
               Death
               and
               Hell.
            
             
          
           
             This
             horse
             is
             vnder
             seale
             .
             Seales
             wee
             vse
             commonly
             to
             confirme
             and
             conceale
             ,
             to
             make
             things
             sure
             and
             to
             keepe
             things
             secret
             .
             And
             thus
             death
             as
             all
             Gods
             iudgements
             are
             said
             to
             bee
             sealed
             .
             Iob.
             35.
             and
             that
             with
             a
             firmer
             seale
             then
             of
             the
             Medes
             and
             Persians
             :
             In
             which
             sence
             this
             Horse
             Zach.
             4.
             issueth
             from
             betweene
             two
             brasen
             mountaines
             ,
             that
             is
             Gods
             ineuitable
             ,
             vnalterable
             Decree
             :
             hee
             rusheth
             not
             out
             ,
             rangeth
             not
             abroad
             at
             the
             will
             of
             man
             or
             Satan
             ,
             at
             hap
             or
             by
             blinde
             Destiny
             ,
             but
             at
             the
             pleasure
             and
             by
             the
             appoyntment
             of
             the
             great
             
             Master
             of
             these
             Gods
             horses
             ,
             
               Iesus
               Christ
            
             ,
             one
             of
             whose
             chiefe
             royalties
             is
             to
             keepe
             the
             locke
             and
             key
             of
             Death
             and
             Hell
             ,
             Reuel
             .
             1.
             else
             would
             he
             be
             euer
             trampling
             vnder
             feete
             the
             sonnes
             of
             men
             .
             Looke
             how
             naturally
             ,
             and
             continually
             the
             Sea
             would
             ouerwhelme
             the
             whole
             Earth
             ,
             if
             the
             waues
             were
             not
             bounded
             by
             prouidence
             :
             So
             would
             this
             horse
             ouercome
             the
             Inhabitants
             of
             it
             ,
             were
             hee
             not
             tyed
             short
             ,
             and
             restrained
             by
             his
             ,
             and
             our
             Lord.
             You
             see
             him
             heere
             limited
             to
             the
             fourth
             part
             of
             the
             Earth
             ,
             else
             had
             not
             one
             been
             left
             aliue
             :
             For
             all
             are
             sentenced
             ,
             and
             haue
             deserued
             to
             dye
             ,
             and
             it's
             fauour
             that
             all
             dye
             not
             .
             In
             a
             word
             ,
             men
             dye
             not
             by
             chance
             ,
             course
             of
             Nature
             ,
             influence
             of
             Starres
             ,
             but
             then
             ,
             and
             therefore
             because
             it
             is
             appointed
             .
             A
             million
             of
             Aethiopians
             perish
             in
             one
             day
             ,
             in
             one
             battell
             ,
             
             2.
             
             Corinth
             .
             14.
             not
             because
             all
             were
             borne
             vnder
             one
             aspect
             of
             Planets
             ,
             but
             because
             such
             a
             slaughter
             was
             sealed
             of
             God.
             And
             though
             there
             be
             one
             way
             in
             ,
             and
             twenty
             out
             of
             the
             world
             ,
             yet
             all
             falls
             out
             as
             God
             determines
             and
             disposeth
             .
             That
             Christian
             which
             beleeues
             this
             ,
             though
             hee
             may
             desire
             Dauids
             Arithmeticke
             to
             number
             his
             dayes
             aright
             ,
             that
             is
             ,
             to
             know
             the
             breuity
             of
             them
             :
             yet
             will
             hee
             neuer
             study
             the
             blacke
             and
             senselesse
             Art
             of
             calculating
             his
             birth
             and
             death
             .
             None
             but
             fooles
             are
             curious
             and
             inquisitiue
             to
             know
             that
             ,
             which
             is
             vnder
             Gods
             priuy
             Signet
             .
             We
             are
             all
             as
             Souldiers
             sent
             to
             Sea
             with
             Commission
             vnder
             seale
             ,
             not
             to
             be
             opened
             till
             wee
             come
             to
             such
             and
             such
             a
             point
             .
             To
             guesse
             and
             conclude
             ,
             we
             shall
             dye
             at
             such
             an
             age
             ,
             in
             such
             a
             Climaterical
             yeere
             ,
             what
             is
             it
             but
             to
             make
             a
             league
             with
             
             Death
             ,
             not
             vnlike
             to
             that
             frenzie
             Merchant
             that
             would
             make
             and
             strike
             vp
             matches
             of
             hundreds
             and
             thousands
             with
             parties
             absent
             as
             if
             they
             were
             present
             .
             A
             fond
             itching
             humour
             ,
             and
             such
             as
             would
             for
             the
             most
             part
             (
             what
             euer
             wee
             thinke
             )
             doe
             vs
             hurt
             rather
             then
             good
             ,
             if
             the
             day
             and
             houre
             were
             far
             off
             ,
             it
             would
             breede
             securitie
             :
             if
             neere
             hand
             horror
             .
             Sicknesses
             are
             sufficient
             summons
             and
             warnings
             .
             Marke
             such
             as
             sentenced
             by
             Iudges
             and
             Physitians
             fore-know
             their
             death
             ,
             yet
             without
             speciall
             grace
             fore-fit
             themselues
             neuer
             the
             more
             carefully
             .
             Some
             deaths
             indeede
             (
             as
             some
             Clockes
             giue
             warning
             before
             they
             strike
             )
             which
             symptomes
             and
             signes
             infallible
             :
             and
             so
             extraordinarily
             God
             giues
             to
             some
             Moses
             and
             Hezekiahs
             a
             presage
             ,
             and
             hearts
             to
             prepare
             :
             but
             generall
             God
             hath
             seene
             
             this
             the
             best
             for
             vs
             ,
             that
             it
             should
             be
             for
             the
             generall
             most
             certaine
             ,
             for
             the
             perticular
             most
             vncertaine
             ,
             to
             him
             sealed
             ,
             to
             vs
             concealed
             :
             of
             which
             hee
             would
             haue
             vs
             make
             these
             vses
             .
          
           
             First
             ,
             for
             our
             bodily
             health
             not
             to
             bee
             too
             carefull
             ,
             nor
             too
             carelesse
             :
             with
             all
             our
             Physicall
             dyet
             and
             miserable
             anxietie
             ,
             wee
             cannot
             adde
             one
             cubite
             to
             the
             length
             of
             our
             dayes
             ,
             or
             measure
             of
             our
             health
             .
             Wee
             are
             all
             sealed
             vp
             no
             otherwise
             then
             the
             measure
             of
             our
             wealth
             ,
             of
             our
             crosses
             and
             blessings
             ,
             for
             the
             hauing
             or
             auoyding
             of
             which
             :
             the
             meanes
             wee
             must
             vse
             without
             carking
             care
             ,
             or
             cowardly
             feare
             ,
             cheerefully
             relying
             on
             Christ
             ,
             the
             Lord
             Keeper
             of
             the
             Seale
             ,
             not
             wittingly
             and
             desperately
             preuenting
             that
             sealed
             date
             by
             surfeits
             of
             toyle
             or
             pleasure
             ,
             by
             wilfull
             neglect
             of
             dyet
             ,
             contempt
             
             of
             Physicke
             ,
             by
             griefe
             or
             by
             melancholy
             :
             nay
             ,
             not
             by
             haste
             to
             glory
             with
             Cleombrotus
             the
             Heathen
             ,
             or
             with
             hastie
             selfe-murthering
             Christians
             ,
             such
             as
             Augustines
             times
             were
             full
             off
             :
             but
             with
             Iob
             patiently
             all
             the
             dayes
             of
             our
             life
             ,
             during
             the
             terme
             of
             our
             sealed
             lease
             ,
             till
             the
             very
             day
             and
             date
             expire
             ,
             and
             appointed
             time
             of
             dismission
             ,
             and
             dissolution
             come
             .
          
           
             And
             secondly
             for
             our
             soules
             prouision
             ,
             not
             to
             do
             as
             most
             that
             haue
             set
             dayes
             of
             truce
             and
             peace
             ,
             and
             in
             which
             they
             hang
             vp
             their
             Armour
             a
             rusting
             ,
             and
             their
             Beakons
             vnwatched
             :
             but
             as
             people
             that
             liue
             in
             perpetuall
             hazard
             of
             war
             ,
             haue
             all
             things
             in
             a
             daily
             readinesse
             for
             seruice
             at
             halfe
             an
             howres
             warning
             ,
             vpon
             the
             least
             Alarum
             :
             Who
             would
             liue
             one
             howre
             in
             infidelitie
             or
             irrepentance
             ,
             least
             in
             that
             hee
             bee
             taken
             napping
             as
             the
             
             foolish
             Virgins
             ,
             and
             that
             rich
             foole
             that
             reckoned
             of
             many
             yeares
             ,
             and
             had
             not
             one
             night
             to
             continue
             .
             Grant
             it
             were
             enough
             to
             repent
             and
             belieue
             the
             last
             day
             of
             life
             ,
             yet
             how
             can
             a
             man
             be
             sure
             to
             doe
             that
             ,
             vnlesse
             he
             doe
             it
             euery
             day
             :
             considering
             that
             euery
             day
             may
             for
             ought
             he
             knowes
             ,
             be
             the
             last
             .
             The
             seale
             may
             be
             opened
             in
             a
             day
             and
             houre
             one
             least
             thinkes
             of
             it
             ,
             as
             it
             is
             to
             most
             that
             dye
             .
          
           
             Lastly
             ,
             when
             euer
             this
             Horse
             comes
             to
             fetch
             away
             vs
             ,
             or
             any
             of
             ours
             children
             or
             friends
             :
             A
             beleeuer
             stamps
             not
             ,
             and
             rages
             not
             ,
             as
             mad
             Marshall
             Birom
             :
             murmures
             not
             ,
             repincs
             not
             as
             the
             wild
             Irish
             men
             without
             hope
             :
             expostulates
             not
             with
             Destenie
             ,
             as
             Alexander
             for
             his
             Hephestion
             :
             but
             with
             Aaron
             ,
             layes
             his
             hand
             on
             his
             heart
             and
             mouth
             for
             his
             sonnes
             suddaine
             Death
             ,
             knowing
             what
             God
             hath
             
             sealed
             ,
             shall
             be
             and
             must
             bee
             .
             If
             the
             Dreames
             of
             a
             blind
             fatall
             necessity
             could
             quiet
             Heathens
             ,
             how
             much
             more
             should
             a
             Christian
             be
             chearfull
             at
             the
             disposall
             of
             a
             wise
             and
             louing
             keeper
             of
             the
             Seale
             .
             A
             minute
             sooner
             or
             later
             it
             shall
             not
             be
             ,
             then
             hee
             hath
             fore-seene
             and
             foresealed
             for
             thy
             especiall
             good
             ,
             who
             hath
             times
             ,
             and
             seasons
             ,
             and
             seales
             in
             his
             ordination
             .
             Worthy
             was
             the
             speech
             and
             resolution
             of
             an
             vnderstanding
             Diuine
             .
             If
             Christ
             hath
             the
             key
             and
             seale
             of
             Death
             ,
             then
             a
             figge
             for
             Death
             .
             This
             though
             it
             be
             an
             ordinary
             notion
             ,
             yet
             well
             digested
             ,
             it
             is
             a
             singular
             stay
             to
             a
             beleeuer
             .
          
           
             The
             Seale
             being
             thus
             opened
             ,
             
               Come
               and
               see
            
             the
             Creature
             that
             issues
             forth
             .
             Behold
             an
             Horse
             ,
             a
             fierce
             a
             strong
             ,
             a
             warlike
             ,
             a
             speedy
             Creature
             so
             described
             by
             God
             himself
             ,
             Iob
             39.
             
          
           
           
             Looke
             therefore
             how
             easily
             Iehu
             stamped
             Iezabell
             into
             peeces
             :
             and
             Tamberlaine
             his
             Troupes
             of
             Horse
             the
             Turkish
             Foot-men
             ,
             or
             as
             the
             sturdie
             Steede
             dashes
             out
             the
             little
             Whappets
             braines
             ,
             so
             easily
             doth
             Death
             with
             the
             least
             kicke
             and
             spurne
             of
             his
             Heele
             the
             haylest
             Complexion
             ,
             the
             stoutest
             Constitution
             ,
             tryumphing
             like
             an
             Emperour
             ouer
             all
             sorts
             of
             people
             ,
             treading
             in
             the
             neckes
             of
             Kings
             and
             Princes
             ,
             as
             Iosua
             ouer
             them
             in
             Cane
             insulting
             in
             the
             tearmes
             of
             Rabshakeh
             ,
             Where
             is
             Hamath
             ?
             the
             
             Kings
             of
             
               Arphad
               ,
               Iuah
            
             ,
             and
             
               Sepharuaim
               ?
               Elam
               ,
               Meshech
            
             ,
             and
             Tubal
             ,
             whose
             feare
             was
             vpon
             the
             liuing
             ,
             are
             they
             not
             descended
             into
             the
             graue
             ?
             made
             their
             bedds
             in
             the
             slimy
             valley
             ,
             and
             layd
             their
             Swordes
             vnder
             their
             heads
             ?
             Where
             is
             Goliah
             with
             his
             brazen
             
             Bootes
             ?
             Hath
             wisedome
             deliuered
             ,
             Strength
             rescued
             ,
             or
             wealth
             ransomed
             any
             out
             of
             my
             fingers
             ?
             For
             all
             their
             Confidence
             ,
             haue
             they
             not
             gone
             to
             the
             King
             of
             Feare
             ?
             How
             can
             it
             bee
             otherwise
             ,
             seeing
             Death
             comes
             as
             an
             armed
             Horseman
             ,
             vpon
             naked
             Footmen
             :
             no
             encountering
             ,
             no
             resistance
             ,
             no
             running
             away
             ,
             no
             euasion
             by
             flight
             .
             This
             winged
             Pegasus
             ,
             postes
             and
             speeds
             after
             men
             ,
             easily
             giues
             them
             Law
             ,
             fetches
             them
             vp
             againe
             ,
             gallops
             and
             swallowes
             the
             ground
             he
             goes
             ,
             sets
             out
             after
             euery
             man
             as
             soone
             as
             he
             comes
             into
             the
             world
             ,
             and
             playes
             with
             him
             ,
             as
             the
             Cat
             with
             the
             Mouse
             ,
             as
             the
             Grey
             hound
             with
             the
             Badger
             ,
             somtimes
             hee
             followes
             faire
             and
             a
             farre
             off
             ,
             lingers
             aloofe
             and
             out
             of
             sight
             :
             anon
             hee
             spurres
             after
             ,
             and
             by
             and
             by
             is
             at
             the
             heeles
             in
             some
             sicknesse
             ,
             and
             then
             it
             may
             bee
             giues
             
             vs
             some
             breath
             againe
             ,
             but
             in
             the
             end
             ouertakes
             vs
             ,
             and
             is
             vpon
             vs
             with
             a
             Ierke
             ,
             as
             the
             snare
             ouer
             the
             Fish
             ,
             or
             the
             Foule
             .
             Absolom
             could
             not
             outride
             him
             :
             Pharaohs
             Chariot
             wheeles
             fell
             off
             in
             this
             chase
             .
             Ionathan
             and
             Saul
             ,
             swift
             as
             the
             Egles
             ,
             strong
             as
             the
             Lyon
             ,
             yet
             how
             were
             they
             slaine
             with
             the
             mighty
             ?
             What
             then
             is
             the
             course
             the
             Christian
             takes
             ?
             He
             neither
             foolishly
             thinkes
             to
             resist
             ,
             or
             escape
             ,
             nor
             yet
             cowardly
             swounds
             ,
             or
             crauenly
             yeelds
             :
             but
             as
             a
             valiant
             Footman
             that
             espies
             an
             Horseman
             pursue
             him
             in
             a
             Champion
             ,
             stayes
             not
             till
             he
             come
             vpon
             him
             ,
             but
             addresseth
             himselfe
             for
             the
             encounter
             :
             so
             does
             a
             Christian
             in
             his
             best
             health
             and
             prosperity
             ,
             put
             on
             his
             armour
             ,
             get
             him
             the
             Helmet
             of
             Saluation
             ,
             the
             Shield
             of
             Faith
             ,
             and
             learneth
             the
             vse
             of
             them
             betimes
             ,
             before
             he
             be
             vnapt
             to
             it
             in
             sicknesse
             or
             age
             
             As
             the
             Parthians
             teach
             their
             verie
             Children
             to
             handle
             the
             Bow
             ,
             the
             Scythians
             the
             Dart
             ,
             the
             Germans
             the
             Speare
             :
             and
             so
             it
             comes
             to
             passe
             ,
             that
             belieuers
             are
             not
             surprized
             ,
             as
             worldlings
             often
             are
             ,
             with
             milke
             but
             in
             their
             breasts
             ,
             without
             Oyle
             in
             their
             Lamps
             ,
             &
             all
             in
             vaine
             then
             fondly
             cry
             out
             to
             this
             Horseman
             to
             stay
             his
             stroake
             .
             As
             the
             rich
             Foole
             Gregorie
             relates
             of
             ,
             who
             entreated
             Death
             to
             stay
             till
             the
             next
             morning
             ,
             Truce
             but
             til
             to
             morrow
             ,
             and
             I
             will
             bee
             ready
             for
             thee
             .
             A
             Christian
             wisely
             considereth
             ,
             that
             hee
             hath
             no
             morrow
             ,
             and
             therefore
             while
             it
             is
             called
             to
             day
             ,
             is
             ready
             for
             this
             Horse
             ,
             who
             neuer
             sets
             any
             certaine
             day
             of
             his
             comming
             .
          
           
             Behold
             also
             the
             colour
             of
             this
             Horse
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             the
             color
             of
             the
             withering
             leafe
             ,
             pale
             and
             wan
             :
             Symbolizing
             and
             noting
             the
             effect
             hee
             
             hath
             first
             vpon
             the
             liuing
             ,
             whom
             hee
             appalles
             ,
             as
             hee
             did
             Baltashar
             ,
             whome
             all
             his
             Concubines
             and
             Courtiers
             could
             not
             cheere
             ,
             nor
             all
             his
             wine
             in
             the
             bowles
             of
             the
             Temple
             fetch
             colour
             into
             his
             countenaunce
             .
             See
             wee
             not
             often
             Prisoners
             at
             the
             Barre
             wanne
             away
             ,
             and
             dye
             as
             white
             as
             a
             cloth
             at
             the
             Sentence
             of
             death
             pronounced
             on
             them
             .
             Many
             gulls
             and
             gallants
             we
             may
             heare
             sometimes
             flight
             off
             Death
             with
             a
             iest
             ,
             when
             they
             think
             it
             out
             of
             hearing
             ,
             and
             some
             wish
             it
             and
             call
             for
             it
             ,
             as
             Gaal
             for
             Abimelech
             ,
             but
             when
             it
             comes
             in
             good
             earnest
             ,
             they
             are
             not
             able
             to
             looke
             it
             in
             the
             face
             ,
             with
             the
             bloud
             in
             their
             cheeks
             .
             Some
             foolishly
             set
             a
             face
             on
             the
             matter
             ,
             on
             their
             death-beds
             ,
             lest
             neighbours
             should
             censure
             when
             they
             are
             gone
             for
             Cowards
             :
             hypocritically
             paynting
             their
             faces
             as
             Iezabel
             did
             ,
             affronting
             
             Iehu
             out
             of
             the
             windowe
             ,
             God
             knowes
             with
             a
             cold
             heart
             ,
             &
             if
             her
             paint
             had
             bin
             off
             ,
             a
             pale
             face
             should
             one
             haue
             seen
             vnderneth
             it
             .
             Wheras
             Christians
             hauing
             a
             good
             measure
             of
             faith
             to
             warme
             them
             at
             the
             hart
             ,
             change
             not
             their
             countenance
             nor
             haue
             their
             colour
             any
             whit
             abated
             ,
             but
             as
             is
             recorded
             of
             Mistris
             
               Ioyce
               Lewis
            
             at
             the
             stake
             ,
             and
             sundry
             other
             Christians
             ,
             euen
             of
             the
             fearfullest
             by
             nature
             and
             sex
             ,
             looked
             as
             fresh
             and
             cheerely
             at
             the
             houre
             of
             death
             ,
             as
             at
             their
             mariage
             .
          
           
             A
             second
             effect
             of
             this
             pale
             horse
             is
             after
             death
             ,
             bereauing
             the
             bodies
             of
             all
             bloud
             and
             colour
             ,
             making
             them
             liuelesse
             &
             wan
             carkases
             ,
             and
             so
             layes
             them
             a
             rotting
             and
             mouldring
             among
             the
             wormes
             their
             sisters
             ,
             till
             the
             fashion
             of
             them
             be
             vtterly
             altred
             ,
             the
             beauty
             consumed
             ,
             and
             shape
             turned
             into
             rottennesse
             .
             Oh
             how
             grieuous
             is
             this
             to
             such
             
             
               Absaloms
               ,
               Iezabels
            
             ,
             and
             Rosamonds
             ,
             haue
             set
             much
             by
             their
             painted
             sheathes
             and
             pampered
             Carkases
             ,
             whose
             belly
             is
             their
             God
             ,
             and
             yet
             their
             end
             must
             be
             corruption
             .
             Dust
             they
             were
             ,
             and
             to
             dust
             they
             must
             returne
             .
             Fauour
             is
             deceitfull
             ,
             and
             beautie
             is
             vanity
             ,
             when
             the
             pale
             Horse
             comes
             ,
             there
             is
             no
             remedy
             .
             Here
             only
             Faith
             hath
             an
             Antidote
             comforting
             her selfe
             with
             these
             sayings
             :
             This
             base
             and
             vile
             bodie
             of
             mine
             must
             bee
             thus
             serued
             ,
             that
             it
             may
             bee
             transfigured
             and
             made
             conformable
             to
             the
             glorious
             Standart
             Christs
             body
             ,
             more
             glorious
             then
             the
             Sunne
             in
             his
             brightest
             hew
             .
             It
             must
             thus
             bee
             sowne
             in
             pale
             ignomy
             ,
             that
             it
             may
             rise
             in
             glorious
             beautie
             .
             VVhat
             if
             I
             lose
             a
             little
             Vermillion
             red
             mixture
             of
             Fleame
             and
             Sanguine
             ,
             shall
             I
             not
             recouer
             a
             radiant
             resplendant
             lustre
             ?
             Can
             the
             Alchimist
             with
             
             his
             Art
             ,
             cause
             a
             dry
             withered
             floure
             to
             shew
             it selfe
             againe
             for
             a
             space
             ,
             in
             it
             naturall
             verdant
             shape
             and
             colour
             :
             and
             cannot
             God
             that
             made
             mee
             first
             of
             Clay
             ,
             and
             that
             Clay
             of
             nothing
             ,
             reduce
             and
             refine
             the
             same
             after
             it
             hath
             beene
             in
             the
             Earth
             ?
             as
             the
             Chynois
             doe
             the
             materialls
             of
             their
             curious
             dishes
             for
             many
             scores
             of
             yeares
             ,
             that
             when
             it
             is
             throughly
             deficate
             ,
             their
             posteritie
             may
             temper
             and
             frame
             some
             vessell
             of
             excellent
             seruice
             withall
             .
             Certainly
             my
             Redeemer
             liueth
             ,
             and
             with
             these
             eyes
             I
             shall
             see
             him
             ,
             as
             hee
             is
             most
             admirable
             to
             behold
             ,
             and
             my selfe
             like
             vnto
             him
             in
             my
             degree
             .
             Ten
             thousand
             times
             more
             comely
             ,
             then
             is
             heere
             possibly
             for
             to
             imagine
             ,
             the
             most
             personable
             Creature
             that
             euer
             the
             Sunne
             saw
             :
             when
             the
             body
             shall
             bee
             enriched
             with
             those
             excellent
             Dowries
             of
             Impassibilitie
             ,
             Claritie
             ,
             
             Subtiltie
             ,
             Agilitie
             .
          
           
             Oh
             ,
             but
             heere
             's
             yet
             a
             more
             fearefull
             Spectacle
             behind
             ,
             then
             all
             that
             hath
             yet
             come
             in
             sight
             .
             Hell
             ,
             euen
             Hell
             it selfe
             in
             the
             worst
             sense
             ,
             not
             the
             graue
             of
             the
             body
             ,
             but
             of
             the
             soule
             .
             For
             Iohn
             sees
             here
             principally
             the
             Iudgement
             of
             the
             wicked
             ,
             that
             were
             slaine
             for
             the
             contempt
             of
             the
             Gospell
             ,
             by
             the
             pale
             Horse
             ,
             for
             not
             yeelding
             to
             the
             White
             and
             his
             crowned
             Rider
             .
             And
             their
             wofull
             state
             is
             heere
             opposed
             to
             the
             happy
             condition
             of
             the
             Martyrs
             vnder
             the
             Altar
             .
          
           
             Well
             then
             ,
             behold
             also
             ,
             euen
             Hell
             the
             Page
             and
             follower
             of
             Death
             ,
             attending
             him
             where
             euer
             hee
             goes
             among
             the
             wicked
             sort
             .
             Whence
             it
             is
             that
             they
             are
             so
             often
             coupled
             in
             this
             Booke
             ,
             
               Death
               and
               Hell.
            
             Looke
             as
             the
             Foxes
             wayt
             vpon
             Lyons
             ,
             Carrion
             Crowes
             vpon
             armies
             ,
             Gaolers
             or
             
             Serieants
             for
             a
             prey
             :
             so
             diligently
             does
             the
             deuill
             on
             death
             for
             a
             booty
             .
             No
             fowler
             does
             more
             cunningly
             stalk
             behind
             the
             Horse
             ,
             or
             creep
             behinde
             brakes
             and
             hedges
             ,
             to
             get
             his
             ayme
             at
             the
             shye
             Fowles
             .
             No
             Serieant
             hides
             his
             Mase
             ,
             no
             Angler
             his
             hooke
             more
             warily
             :
             knowing
             that
             else
             Hel
             should
             neuer
             swallow
             so
             many
             .
          
           
             Alacke
             ,
             alacke
             ,
             we
             silly
             Fish
             see
             one
             another
             caught
             ,
             and
             ierk't
             out
             of
             the
             Pond
             ,
             but
             see
             not
             the
             fire
             and
             Frying
             panne
             into
             which
             they
             come
             .
             In
             this
             consists
             the
             Deuils
             chiefest
             policie
             ,
             and
             our
             grossest
             simplicity
             ,
             and
             euen
             this
             is
             the
             cause
             of
             our
             sottish
             and
             foolish
             liuing
             and
             dying
             .
          
           
             Oh
             that
             my
             head
             were
             a
             Fountaine
             of
             teares
             ,
             to
             weepe
             for
             ,
             and
             bewayle
             the
             stupiditie
             ,
             yea
             the
             desperate
             madnesse
             of
             infinite
             sorts
             of
             people
             that
             rush
             vpon
             
             Death
             ,
             and
             chop
             into
             Hell
             blindling
             .
             How
             bruitish
             and
             beastly
             are
             the
             preaemises
             and
             conclusion
             of
             the
             Epicure
             and
             his
             brood
             ,
             Let
             vs
             eate
             and
             drinke
             ▪
             for
             to
             morrow
             we
             shall
             dye
             ?
             Who
             knowes
             whether
             the
             soule
             of
             the
             beast
             descend
             ,
             and
             mans
             ascend
             ,
             who
             euer
             saw
             the
             one
             goe
             downeward
             and
             the
             other
             vpward
             ,
             and
             then
             what
             matter
             if
             the
             life
             of
             the
             one
             differ
             not
             from
             the
             other
             ?
             What
             need
             a
             man
             care
             whether
             hee
             bee
             a
             Sadduces
             Swine
             ,
             an
             Epicures
             Horse
             ,
             or
             himselfe
             ?
             The
             one
             many
             times
             hath
             lesse
             care
             ,
             and
             more
             pleasure
             then
             the
             other
             ,
             if
             Death
             be
             the
             last
             line
             ,
             the
             full
             point
             ,
             and
             finall
             cessation
             of
             the
             Creature
             .
             These
             ●ruits
             thanke
             Phylosophie
             that
             〈◊〉
             taught
             them
             not
             to
             feare
             any
             such
             Hobgoblins
             spirits
             ,
             or
             old
             Wines
             tales
             ,
             as
             Hell.
             But
             such
             Phylosophie
             
               Socrates
               ,
               Plato
            
             ,
             
             and
             the
             wiser
             sort
             euen
             of
             the
             Heathen
             haue
             hissed
             out
             of
             Schooles
             as
             belluine
             .
             Yea
             ,
             the
             most
             sauage
             and
             vnlittered
             peoplè
             ,
             the
             lesse
             soiled
             with
             Art
             ,
             the
             more
             confidently
             doe
             they
             out
             of
             Natures
             instinct
             ,
             and
             diuine
             impression
             ,
             conclude
             of
             an
             eternall
             place
             of
             well
             and
             ill
             being
             after
             death
             for
             the
             soules
             of
             men
             .
             But
             these
             Monsters
             wilfully
             shut
             their
             eyes
             ,
             deface
             and
             obliterate
             these
             stamps
             ,
             and
             principles
             of
             nature
             ,
             and
             so
             dance
             hood-winke
             into
             perdition
             .
             Miserable
             it
             is
             to
             see
             how
             boldly
             and
             blindly
             they
             thinke
             and
             venture
             on
             Death
             :
             Theramenes
             ,
             he
             writes
             Bookes
             in
             praise
             of
             Death
             ,
             as
             the
             end
             of
             all
             calamities
             .
             Augustus
             ,
             hee
             dyes
             in
             a
             iest
             ,
             calling
             for
             a
             Plaudite
             .
             
             Tiberius
             ●n
             dissimulation
             .
             Diogines
             hearing
             Antisthenes
             cry
             out
             in
             his
             paines
             ,
             Who
             shall
             ease
             mee
             ?
             offers
             him
             a
             ●nife
             to
             dispatch
             himselfe
             withal
             .
             
             Caninus
             called
             to
             execution
             ,
             bids
             his
             Fellow
             remember
             hee
             had
             the
             best
             of
             the
             Game
             .
             The
             Earle
             of
             Kildare
             seeing
             his
             Writ
             of
             Death
             brought
             in
             when
             hee
             was
             at
             shouelboard
             ,
             throwes
             his
             cast
             ,
             with
             this
             in
             his
             mouth
             :
             Whatsoeuer
             that
             is
             ,
             this
             is
             for
             a
             huddle
             .
             Little
             list
             would
             these
             blind
             bayards
             haue
             for
             such
             idle
             mirth
             ,
             if
             their
             eyes
             were
             opened
             to
             see
             this
             follower
             of
             Death
             .
             How
             pittifull
             is
             the
             frenzie
             of
             those
             braue
             Spirits
             ,
             as
             they
             deeme
             and
             terme
             themselues
             (
             as
             much
             as
             they
             scorne
             pittie
             )
             our
             Duellists
             I
             meane
             ,
             who
             as
             if
             they
             neuer
             had
             heard
             of
             Hell
             ,
             are
             as
             Prodigall
             of
             their
             liues
             ,
             as
             Cockes
             or
             Dogs
             are
             of
             theirs
             ,
             powring
             them
             out
             vpon
             euerie
             drunken
             quarrell
             .
             I
             pittie
             not
             the
             losse
             or
             misse
             of
             such
             ,
             good
             for
             little
             but
             to
             se●
             in
             the
             front
             of
             a
             Battell
             ,
             or
             t●
             
             stop
             breaches
             and
             Canons
             withal
             :
             but
             I
             pitty
             the
             losse
             of
             their
             soules
             ,
             who
             serue
             themselues
             ,
             as
             the
             Iesuite
             in
             Lancashire
             ,
             followed
             by
             one
             that
             found
             his
             Gloue
             ,
             with
             a
             desire
             to
             restore
             it
             to
             him
             :
             but
             pursued
             inwardly
             with
             a
             guilty
             conscience
             ,
             leapes
             ouer
             an
             Hedge
             ,
             plunges
             into
             a
             Marlepit
             behind
             it
             ,
             vnseene
             and
             vnthought
             of
             ,
             wherein
             he
             was
             drowned
             .
             I
             maruell
             not
             ,
             that
             they
             feare
             not
             a
             Rapier
             ,
             or
             Pistoll
             ,
             Who
             would
             not
             chuse
             it
             before
             a
             lingring
             and
             paineful
             sicknesse
             ?
             Were
             it
             not
             for
             the
             after-claps
             of
             Death
             ?
             No
             Coward
             need
             feare
             the
             encounter
             of
             it
             alone
             in
             a
             single
             combat
             .
             But
             Death
             hath
             a
             Second
             ,
             a
             Page
             tenne
             times
             more
             dreadful
             then
             himself
             ,
             with
             whom
             we
             haue
             to
             begin
             ,
             when
             we
             haue
             done
             with
             Death
             ,
             which
             is
             but
             the
             beginning
             of
             sorrowes
             .
             Death
             is
             pale
             ,
             but
             his
             follower
             is
             a
             blacke
             
             Fellow
             ,
             a
             terrible
             monster
             neuer
             enough
             feared
             .
             In
             which
             respect
             ,
             how
             lamentable
             also
             is
             the
             blindnesse
             of
             all
             selfe-murderers
             ,
             who
             make
             Death
             the
             remedie
             of
             euery
             griefe
             ,
             and
             cure
             of
             euery
             violent
             passion
             :
             If
             they
             finde
             themselues
             inwardly
             vexed
             ,
             or
             perplexed
             in
             Conscience
             ,
             they
             seeke
             Death
             as
             a
             present
             ease
             ;
             not
             considering
             how
             they
             leape
             out
             of
             the
             smoake
             into
             the
             flame
             ,
             out
             of
             the
             flame
             into
             the
             fire
             ,
             out
             of
             a
             curable
             momentany
             disturbance
             ,
             into
             an
             endlesse
             inrecouerable
             woe
             ,
             (
             without
             the
             extraordinary
             mercy
             of
             God
             )
             to
             which
             vsually
             the
             Deuill
             speeds
             them
             ,
             that
             hee
             might
             get
             them
             into
             his
             clutches
             ,
             and
             so
             passe
             out
             of
             doubt
             ,
             all
             meanes
             of
             preuention
             and
             euasion
             by
             Faith
             and
             Repentance
             .
          
           
             Oh
             senseles
             Achitophell
             ,
             how
             did
             thy
             wisedome
             fayle
             and
             befoole
             
             thee
             ,
             when
             thou
             settest
             thine
             house
             in
             order
             ,
             and
             disposest
             of
             thy
             goods
             ,
             forgettest
             thy
             soule
             ,
             hangest
             thy selfe
             ,
             which
             durst
             thou
             ,
             or
             wouldest
             thou
             haue
             done
             ,
             had
             but
             one
             belieuing
             thought
             of
             an
             eternall
             fire
             come
             into
             thy
             head
             ?
             How
             blockish
             is
             the
             manner
             of
             dying
             of
             many
             a
             Naball
             ,
             who
             strucken
             with
             the
             feare
             of
             Death
             and
             Hell
             ,
             become
             as
             insensate
             as
             stocks
             and
             stones
             ,
             haue
             no
             mind
             nor
             power
             to
             thinke
             of
             one
             thing
             or
             other
             :
             Cannot
             abide
             to
             heare
             any
             mention
             of
             the
             danger
             of
             that
             which
             they
             feare
             ,
             whose
             senses
             the
             Deuill
             bewitches
             and
             benumms
             ,
             lest
             they
             should
             see
             and
             auoyde
             :
             such
             was
             Lewes
             the
             eleuenth
             ,
             who
             straightlie
             charged
             his
             Seruants
             ,
             that
             when
             they
             sawe
             him
             sicke
             ,
             they
             should
             neuer
             once
             dare
             to
             name
             that
             bitter
             word
             Death
             in
             his
             eares
             .
             So
             doe
             Cowards
             
             and
             Crauens
             shut
             their
             eyes
             ,
             and
             chuse
             rather
             to
             feele
             blowes
             ,
             then
             to
             see
             and
             shunne
             them
             .
             Little
             better
             is
             the
             common
             course
             that
             most
             people
             take
             .
             Scared
             some
             are
             with
             a
             confused
             ,
             and
             preposterous
             feare
             of
             Death
             ,
             and
             flashes
             of
             Hell
             in
             their
             Consciences
             ,
             and
             yet
             take
             no
             course
             to
             get
             pardon
             and
             Faith
             in
             CHRIST
             :
             but
             either
             taking
             it
             to
             bee
             some
             melancholly
             humour
             ,
             send
             for
             merry
             companions
             to
             driue
             it
             away
             :
             or
             being
             giuen
             vp
             to
             hardnesse
             of
             heart
             and
             impenitencie
             ,
             wilfully
             shake
             off
             all
             thoughts
             of
             repentance
             ,
             shut
             their
             eyes
             and
             eares
             against
             all
             good
             aduise
             ,
             and
             desperately
             put
             all
             at
             aduentures
             ,
             and
             chop
             into
             the
             iawes
             of
             that
             roaring
             Lyon.
             Some
             of
             them
             ridiculously
             fearing
             Death
             ,
             they
             knowe
             not
             why
             ,
             more
             for
             the
             pangs
             of
             it
             (
             which
             often
             are
             lesse
             then
             of
             the
             Tooth-ake
             )
             then
             
             for
             the
             Hell
             following
             :
             like
             fooles
             that
             feare
             the
             thunder
             Cracke
             ,
             and
             not
             the
             Bolt
             ;
             the
             Report
             of
             the
             Peece
             ,
             and
             not
             the
             Bullet
             ;
             the
             Serieants
             arrest
             ,
             and
             not
             the
             Gaolers
             Imprisonment
             :
             Labour
             to
             escape
             Death
             which
             they
             cannot
             ,
             and
             Hell
             which
             they
             might
             .
             Others
             of
             them
             scarred
             with
             some
             terrible
             apparisions
             ,
             affrighted
             ,
             as
             Cardinall
             Crescentius
             a
             little
             before
             his
             death
             ,
             with
             a
             blacke
             Dog
             in
             his
             Chamber
             .
             A
             Presage
             and
             Preludium
             of
             Hell
             approaching
             :
             they
             crie
             out
             they
             are
             damned
             ,
             the
             Deuill
             ,
             the
             Deuill
             ,
             doe
             they
             not
             see
             him
             ,
             &c.
             
             And
             so
             
             Spira-like
             ,
             desperately
             and
             disconsolately
             depart
             in
             hellish
             horrour
             .
             Other
             of
             them
             a
             little
             wiser
             ,
             and
             yet
             little
             the
             better
             for
             it
             ,
             admit
             a
             colde
             thought
             or
             two
             ,
             and
             it
             may
             bee
             a
             little
             parley
             about
             the
             matter
             ,
             but
             when
             they
             haue
             fetched
             a
             sigh
             or
             
             put
             all
             vpon
             a
             Lord
             haue
             mercie
             on
             them
             :
             trust
             it
             shall
             goe
             as
             well
             with
             them
             as
             with
             others
             ,
             euen
             as
             God
             will
             haue
             it
             :
             and
             thinke
             they
             doe
             much
             if
             they
             send
             to
             a
             Minister
             to
             pray
             with
             them
             or
             for
             them
             :
             neuer
             giuing
             all
             diligence
             to
             make
             their
             saluation
             sure
             ,
             and
             to
             escape
             so
             great
             a
             condemnation
             .
          
           
             Oh
             if
             wee
             could
             consider
             how
             fearefully
             such
             finde
             themselues
             deluded
             ,
             when
             their
             soules
             awake
             ,
             worse
             then
             Ionas
             in
             the
             ▪
             Tempest
             ,
             euen
             in
             a
             gulfe
             of
             fire
             and
             brimstone
             .
             How
             would
             it
             awaken
             and
             arouse
             vs
             to
             fore-see
             Death
             and
             Hell
             in
             their
             shapes
             ,
             and
             to
             fore-appoint
             our selues
             throughlie
             ,
             not
             against
             the
             first
             Death
             which
             wee
             cannot
             ,
             but
             against
             the
             second
             wee
             may
             ,
             if
             we
             get
             our
             part
             in
             the
             first
             resurrection
             .
          
           
           
             This
             Text
             ,
             mee
             thinkes
             speakes
             to
             euery
             sicke
             man
             bound
             on
             his
             bedde
             with
             the
             Cords
             of
             Death
             ,
             as
             Dalilath
             to
             Sampson
             :
             vp
             and
             arise
             ,
             for
             the
             Philistims
             are
             at
             hand
             :
             Death
             is
             at
             the
             doore
             ,
             and
             behind
             the
             doore
             ,
             the
             Fiends
             waight
             to
             fetch
             away
             thy
             soule
             .
             Bellarmine
             is
             of
             opinion
             ,
             that
             one
             glympse
             of
             Hell
             were
             enough
             to
             make
             a
             man
             not
             only
             turne
             Christian
             and
             sober
             ,
             but
             Anchorite
             and
             Monke
             ,
             to
             liue
             after
             the
             strictest
             rule
             that
             can
             be
             .
             I
             am
             of
             beliefe
             ,
             that
             Gods
             spirit
             cooperating
             a
             thorow
             meditation
             of
             it
             ,
             might
             be
             a
             meane
             to
             keep
             one
             from
             it
             .
             For
             a
             man
             to
             wish
             to
             haue
             a
             sight
             of
             it
             ,
             or
             that
             one
             might
             come
             thence
             &
             make
             report
             of
             the
             vntolerable
             and
             vnutterable
             paines
             of
             it
             is
             superfluous
             ,
             superstitious
             :
             &
             if
             it
             should
             be
             granted
             ,
             yet
             being
             not
             Gods
             ordinance
             and
             allowance
             ,
             it
             might
             goe
             without
             his
             
             blessing
             ,
             and
             doe
             one
             no
             good
             .
             Thy
             best
             course
             is
             well
             to
             ponder
             what
             wee
             that
             are
             Gods
             Ministers
             report
             of
             it
             ,
             out
             of
             Moses
             ,
             the
             Prophets
             ,
             Christ
             ,
             and
             the
             Apostles
             descriptions
             .
             And
             if
             God
             meane
             thee
             any
             good
             ,
             our
             warning
             may
             doe
             thee
             some
             good
             .
             Popish
             writers
             are
             too
             bold
             in
             making
             Maps
             of
             Heauen
             and
             Hell
             ,
             as
             if
             they
             had
             surueyed
             them
             and
             their
             regions
             ,
             and
             inhabitants
             :
             but
             most
             I
             thinke
             are
             one
             the
             other
             hand
             to
             breefe
             and
             summarie
             in
             their
             meditations
             and
             writings
             .
             To
             paint
             it
             in
             it
             owne
             natiue
             colours
             is
             impossible
             ,
             or
             by
             any
             contemplation
             to
             comprehend
             the
             horror
             of
             it
             .
             Shaddowes
             and
             parables
             the
             Scripture
             vseth
             ,
             by
             which
             thou
             mayest
             and
             oughtest
             to
             helpe
             thy
             coniectures
             ,
             and
             to
             worke
             on
             thy
             affections
             withall
             ,
             after
             this
             or
             the
             like
             manner
             .
          
           
           
             Heere
             God
             hath
             allowed
             thee
             on
             his
             earth
             a
             pleasant
             habitation
             ,
             commodiously
             situate
             in
             a
             good
             Ayre
             ,
             richly
             decked
             with
             furniture
             ,
             compassed
             with
             delightfull
             Gardens
             ,
             Orchards
             and
             Fieldes
             ,
             where
             thou
             hast
             liberty
             to
             walke
             and
             ride
             at
             thy
             pleasure
             :
             How
             would
             it
             trouble
             thee
             to
             thinke
             of
             being
             layd
             vp
             all
             thy
             life
             in
             some
             streight
             and
             loathsome
             prison
             ,
             by
             this
             consideration
             how
             ill
             thou
             wilt
             brooke
             to
             be
             cast
             into
             a
             dolefull
             disconsolate
             Dungeon
             ,
             to
             lye
             in
             vtter
             darkenesse
             ,
             blacknesse
             of
             darkenesse
             in
             eternall
             chaines
             ,
             in
             little
             ease
             for
             euer
             .
          
           
             Heere
             a
             great
             part
             of
             thy
             contentment
             ,
             is
             to
             liue
             among
             good
             Neighbours
             ,
             with
             a
             louing
             wife
             ,
             with
             cheerefull
             companions
             :
             and
             loath
             thou
             art
             at
             any
             time
             to
             bee
             long
             in
             the
             house
             of
             mourning
             ,
             to
             bee
             among
             melancholy
             malecontented
             ,
             
             complayning
             feeble
             or
             brawling
             people
             in
             Hospitals
             ,
             or
             Bridwels
             ,
             or
             Bedlams
             .
             How
             will
             then
             thine
             eares
             indure
             to
             be
             tyred
             with
             continuall
             howling
             ,
             scritching
             and
             gnashing
             of
             teeth
             ,
             to
             liue
             among
             Dogges
             ,
             Enchanters
             ,
             vncleane
             Birds
             ,
             reprobate
             Spirits
             ,
             worse
             then
             so
             many
             Toades
             ,
             Tygers
             ,
             or
             Serpents
             .
          
           
             Here
             if
             thy
             Father
             should
             in
             displeasure
             bid
             get
             thee
             out
             of
             sight
             ,
             or
             thy
             Prince
             banish
             thee
             his
             court
             and
             presence
             ,
             as
             Dauid
             did
             Absolon
             ,
             for
             some
             offence
             ,
             thou
             wouldest
             take
             it
             heauily
             :
             how
             shall
             thine
             eares
             tingle
             to
             heare
             God
             say
             ,
             depart
             out
             of
             my
             presence
             ,
             Goe
             thou
             cursed
             into
             the
             lake
             prepared
             for
             the
             Diuell
             and
             his
             Angels
             .
          
           
             Here
             thou
             shrinkest
             to
             thinke
             of
             the
             gout
             ,
             collick
             ,
             stone
             ,
             or
             strangurian
             ,
             shiuerest
             to
             heare
             of
             the
             strappado
             ,
             the
             racke
             ,
             or
             the
             Lawne
             ,
             how
             
             then
             wilt
             thou
             beare
             vniuersal
             tortures
             in
             all
             the
             parts
             of
             thy
             body
             ,
             exquisite
             anguish
             and
             paines
             ,
             such
             as
             of
             which
             the
             pangs
             of
             child-birth
             ,
             burnings
             of
             materiall
             fire
             and
             brim
             stone
             ,
             gnawings
             of
             chestwormes
             ;
             drinkes
             of
             Gall
             and
             Wormwood
             are
             but
             shaddowes
             ;
             and
             to
             which
             they
             are
             all
             but
             sports
             and
             fleabitings
             ,
             euen
             to
             the
             torments
             thy
             body
             shall
             suffer
             for
             it
             sinnes
             against
             the
             Creator
             .
          
           
             But
             hast
             thou
             euer
             here
             in
             this
             world
             tasted
             of
             a
             troubled
             spirit
             ,
             of
             the
             griefe
             and
             feares
             of
             a
             wounded
             Conscience
             possessed
             with
             bitter
             things
             :
             strucken
             and
             pierced
             with
             the
             venom
             of
             Gods
             arrowes
             ,
             feares
             of
             the
             Almighty
             :
             by
             these
             thou
             mayst
             make
             the
             best
             gesse
             how
             it
             wil
             fare
             with
             thy
             soule
             when
             God
             shall
             powre
             al
             the
             vials
             of
             his
             wrath
             into
             a
             vessell
             of
             his
             fury
             ,
             and
             vexe
             the
             soule
             in
             his
             sore
             
             displeasure
             ,
             scourge
             thee
             with
             the
             rods
             of
             scorpions
             ,
             make
             thee
             drunk
             with
             the
             gall
             of
             Aspes
             and
             Cockatrices
             ,
             make
             thy
             mind
             heauy
             vnto
             the
             death
             ,
             holding
             it
             euer
             in
             those
             Agonies
             ,
             which
             made
             his
             owne
             Sonne
             sweate
             cloddes
             of
             water
             and
             blood
             .
             Oh
             how
             fearefull
             a
             thing
             is
             it
             to
             fall
             into
             the
             handes
             of
             God
             ,
             who
             is
             a
             consuming
             fire
             .
             Thinke
             of
             it
             whiles
             there
             is
             hope
             ,
             you
             that
             forget
             God
             ,
             Heauen
             ,
             and
             Hell
             ,
             least
             you
             come
             there
             where
             there
             is
             no
             redemption
             ,
             no
             hope
             of
             ease
             or
             end
             ,
             which
             is
             that
             that
             makes
             Hell
             ,
             Hell
             indeed
             :
             For
             if
             all
             these
             paines
             might
             haue
             an
             end
             ,
             were
             it
             after
             million
             and
             millions
             of
             yeares
             ,
             as
             many
             as
             there
             bee
             sands
             in
             the
             Sea
             shore
             ,
             yet
             mightest
             thou
             nourish
             some
             miserable
             comfort
             of
             a
             release
             in
             the
             long
             runne
             :
             But
             this
             night
             hath
             no
             day
             ,
             this
             Ague
             no
             intermission
             ,
             
             his
             death
             no
             death
             to
             end
             it
             withal
             .
          
           
             Here
             thou
             wouldest
             be
             loath
             to
             lye
             on
             the
             Racke
             from
             morning
             to
             night
             ,
             to
             be
             wroung
             with
             the
             Collick
             for
             a
             few
             dayes
             or
             hours
             ,
             to
             be
             haunted
             with
             a
             Quartan
             from
             Michael
             to
             Easter
             :
             Oh
             then
             adde
             eternity
             to
             insupportable
             torments
             ,
             and
             let
             thine
             eares
             tingle
             ,
             and
             thine
             hart
             melt
             to
             think
             of
             it
             .
             Were
             it
             not
             for
             hope
             in
             small
             pressures
             ,
             wee
             say
             heart
             would
             burst
             :
             Oh
             then
             this
             word
             
               euer
               and
               euer
            
             ,
             if
             thou
             couldest
             duly
             belieue
             and
             consider
             it
             ,
             how
             would
             it
             breake
             that
             hard
             heart
             of
             thine
             ,
             which
             knowes
             not
             how
             to
             repent
             ,
             nor
             cares
             to
             preuent
             the
             wrath
             to
             come
             .
          
           
             What
             thinkest
             thou
             ,
             are
             these
             things
             tales
             and
             fables
             ,
             is
             Hell
             but
             a
             name
             and
             word
             ,
             a
             scarbug
             for
             to
             keepe
             fooles
             in
             awe
             ?
             Hath
             not
             God
             ,
             thinkest
             thou
             ,
             a
             day
             of
             reckoning
             ,
             a
             prison
             and
             power
             to
             punish
             
             Rebels
             and
             Traitors
             ,
             or
             are
             not
             his
             punishments
             like
             to
             his
             Iustice
             ,
             infinite
             and
             eternall
             ?
             Know
             these
             things
             to
             be
             as
             true
             as
             God
             is
             truth
             ,
             saue
             that
             they
             are
             short
             of
             the
             truth
             it selfe
             .
             Why
             dost
             thou
             not
             then
             take
             thy
             soule
             apart
             ,
             and
             ruminate
             of
             these
             things
             by
             thy selfe
             ,
             iudging
             thy selfe
             here
             ,
             that
             thou
             mayst
             not
             bee
             condemned
             in
             the
             world
             to
             come
             .
             Art
             thou
             afraid
             of
             a
             melancholy
             fit
             ,
             and
             fearest
             thou
             not
             this
             gulfe
             ,
             and
             whirlpoole
             ,
             and
             sorrow
             ?
             Art
             thou
             not
             loath
             to
             bee
             tormented
             before
             thy
             time
             ,
             and
             fearest
             not
             to
             bee
             tormented
             time
             without
             end
             .
             I
             wonder
             how
             the
             soules
             of
             wicked
             men
             and
             vnbelieuers
             goe
             not
             out
             of
             their
             bodies
             ,
             as
             the
             Diuels
             out
             of
             demoniaks
             ,
             rending
             ,
             raging
             ,
             tearing
             and
             foaming
             .
             I
             wonder
             how
             any
             can
             dye
             in
             their
             wits
             ,
             that
             die
             not
             in
             the
             faith
             of
             our
             Lord
             Christ.
             Verily
             if
             these
             things
             
             moue
             thee
             not
             ,
             thou
             art
             in
             a
             worse
             plight
             then
             Foelix
             and
             Baltashar
             ;
             yea
             ,
             the
             verie
             Diuels
             themselues
             ,
             who
             belieue
             them
             ;
             yea
             ,
             quake
             and
             tremble
             to
             thinke
             of
             them
             .
             How
             faine
             would
             I
             snatch
             thy
             soule
             out
             of
             this
             fire
             ?
             Vndoubtedlie
             know
             ,
             that
             if
             this
             warning
             doe
             thee
             no
             good
             ,
             it
             is
             because
             thou
             art
             of
             old
             ,
             iustlie
             ordained
             to
             perish
             in
             thy
             impenetency
             ,
             and
             to
             bee
             a
             fire-brand
             in
             these
             euerlasting
             flames
             .
             Now
             on
             the
             contrarie
             ,
             if
             thou
             beest
             a
             vessell
             of
             mercie
             and
             honour
             ,
             it
             will
             doe
             thee
             no
             hurt
             ,
             but
             driue
             thee
             to
             Christ
             ,
             in
             whom
             there
             is
             no
             condemnation
             :
             who
             onelie
             is
             perfectlie
             able
             to
             saue
             and
             deliuer
             thee
             out
             of
             this
             Lake
             .
             If
             thou
             be
             est
             alreadie
             in
             him
             ,
             it
             will
             cause
             thee
             to
             reioyce
             in
             thy
             Lord
             and
             Sauiour
             ,
             who
             hath
             deliuered
             thee
             from
             the
             feare
             of
             two
             such
             enemies
             that
             
             now
             thou
             mayst
             with
             the
             Ostrich
             in
             Iob
             despise
             the
             horse
             and
             his
             rider
             ,
             and
             triumph
             by
             Faith
             ouer
             Hell
             and
             Death
             :
             
               O
               Death
               where
               is
               thy
               sting
               !
               Oh
               Hell
               where
               is
               thy
               victorie
               !
            
             Death
             is
             to
             men
             as
             he
             comes
             attended
             :
             To
             Diues
             he
             comes
             followed
             with
             Diuells
             ,
             to
             carrie
             his
             soule
             to
             Hell
             :
             To
             Lazarus
             with
             troopes
             of
             Angels
             to
             conuey
             him
             to
             Abrahams
             bosome
             .
             So
             that
             we
             may
             in
             earnest
             say
             ,
             that
             Death
             is
             the
             Atheists
             feare
             ,
             and
             the
             Christians
             desire
             .
             Diogines
             could
             iestingly
             call
             it
             ,
             The
             Rich
             mans
             enemie
             ,
             and
             the
             Poore
             mans
             friend
             .
             This
             ,
             this
             is
             that
             which
             makes
             death
             so
             easie
             ,
             so
             familiar
             and
             dreadlesse
             to
             a
             belieuer
             ;
             he
             sees
             Death
             indeede
             ,
             but
             Death
             is
             not
             Death
             without
             Hell
             follow
             him
             :
             and
             Hell
             he
             sees
             not
             ,
             but
             onely
             as
             escaped
             and
             vanquished
             ,
             and
             therefore
             is
             said
             not
             to
             see
             Death
             .
             Now
             (
             sayes
             the
             belieuer
             )
             
             comes
             death
             and
             the
             Prince
             of
             this
             world
             with
             him
             ,
             but
             he
             hath
             no
             part
             in
             mee
             :
             all
             the
             bitternesse
             and
             teares
             of
             death
             lye
             in
             the
             feare
             of
             Hell
             ,
             which
             ,
             thanks
             be
             to
             Christ
             hath
             nothing
             to
             do
             with
             me
             ,
             nor
             I
             with
             it
             ,
             and
             therefore
             I
             taste
             not
             of
             death
             :
             now
             comes
             Gods
             Sergeant
             pale
             death
             ,
             whom
             I
             know
             I
             cannot
             auoyde
             :
             but
             this
             I
             know
             ,
             he
             comes
             not
             to
             arrest
             me
             to
             carry
             me
             to
             prison
             ,
             but
             only
             to
             inuite
             me
             to
             a
             feast
             ,
             attend
             and
             conuey
             me
             thither
             .
             Let
             such
             feare
             him
             as
             are
             in
             debt
             and
             danger
             ,
             mine
             are
             all
             discharged
             and
             cancelled
             :
             he
             comes
             with
             his
             horse
             to
             take
             vp
             me
             behind
             him
             ,
             and
             to
             fetch
             me
             to
             my
             fathers
             ioyes
             ,
             to
             a
             Paradice
             as
             full
             of
             pleasures
             ,
             as
             he
             carries
             the
             wicked
             to
             a
             prison
             full
             of
             paines
             .
             Pharaohs
             Baker
             and
             Butler
             were
             sent
             for
             out
             of
             prison
             ,
             the
             one
             to
             promotion
             ,
             the
             other
             to
             execution
             :
             hee
             that
             had
             the
             ill
             
             Dreame
             ,
             expected
             the
             Messenger
             with
             horror
             ,
             the
             other
             longed
             for
             him
             with
             comfort
             .
             The
             latter
             is
             my
             case
             ,
             therefore
             though
             I
             be
             reasonably
             wel
             in
             this
             world
             ,
             as
             a
             child
             at
             board
             ,
             yet
             home
             is
             home
             ,
             therefore
             will
             I
             waite
             till
             this
             pale
             horse
             comes
             ,
             and
             bid
             him
             heartily
             welcome
             :
             and
             with
             him
             the
             Angels
             of
             my
             Father
             ,
             who
             haue
             a
             charge
             to
             lay
             my
             body
             in
             a
             bed
             of
             rest
             ,
             and
             to
             bestow
             my
             soule
             vnder
             the
             Altar
             ,
             as
             it
             followes
             in
             the
             next
             seale
             ,
             which
             is
             so
             pleasing
             a
             vision
             ,
             that
             we
             neede
             no
             voice
             or
             preface
             ,
             such
             as
             we
             had
             in
             the
             former
             ,
             inuiting
             vs
             to
             
               Come
               and
               see
            
             :
             the
             very
             excellency
             of
             the
             obiect
             it self
             is
             of
             force
             enough
             to
             draw
             ,
             and
             hold
             the
             eies
             of
             our
             minds
             vnto
             it
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             second
             Sermon
             .
          
           
             
               VERSE
               9.
               
            
             
               And
               when
               hee
               had
               opened
               the
               first
               Seale
               ,
               I
               saw
               vnder
               the
               Altar
               the
               Soules
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             WHen
             Death
             hath
             bin
             viewed
             in
             the
             palest
             ,
             and
             Hell
             in
             the
             blackest
             colors
             that
             may
             be
             ,
             yet
             if
             wee
             haue
             Faith
             enough
             to
             see
             Soules
             in
             their
             White
             roabes
             vnder
             the
             Altar
             ▪
             there
             is
             comfort
             enough
             against
             the
             horror
             of
             both
             ;
             enough
             to
             enable
             the
             belieuer
             to
             despise
             and
             trample
             ouer
             them
             ●ooth
             .
             In
             the
             opening
             of
             this
             fifth
             Seale
             ,
             I
             hope
             to
             finde
             more
             sollid
             
             Antidotes
             ,
             more
             liuely
             Cordialls
             ,
             against
             the
             feare
             of
             Death
             ,
             then
             in
             all
             the
             dead
             and
             drie
             precepts
             of
             Bellarmines
             doting
             Art
             of
             dying
             .
             For
             this
             part
             of
             the
             vision
             was
             shewed
             Iohn
             of
             purpose
             to
             sweeten
             the
             harshnesse
             of
             the
             former
             :
             that
             his
             spirit
             grieued
             and
             amazed
             with
             the
             sight
             of
             the
             calamities
             and
             mortalitie
             vnder
             the
             persecuting
             Butchers
             ,
             rather
             then
             Emperours
             ,
             might
             yet
             be
             relieued
             and
             refreshed
             with
             a
             sight
             of
             the
             blessed
             estate
             of
             such
             as
             died
             either
             in
             ,
             or
             for
             the
             Lord.
             
          
           
             Wherein
             was
             proposed
             to
             his
             sight
             ,
             and
             to
             our
             consideration
             these
             seuerals
             .
             First
             ,
             the
             immortall
             subsistence
             of
             soules
             after
             their
             seperation
             from
             the
             body
             .
             Secondly
             ,
             their
             sure
             and
             secure
             condition
             vnder
             the
             Altar
             .
             Thirdly
             ,
             their
             dignity
             and
             felicitie
             clothed
             with
             white
             robes
             .
             Fourthly
             ,
             their
             compleate
             
             happinesse
             at
             the
             last
             day
             ,
             when
             the
             number
             of
             their
             bretheren
             shall
             be
             accomplished
             .
          
           
             Of
             all
             these
             ,
             Christ
             meant
             Iohn
             should
             take
             notice
             ,
             and
             al
             beleeuers
             by
             his
             testimony
             to
             their
             full
             consolation
             .
          
           
             First
             ,
             Iohn
             being
             in
             the
             spirit
             could
             see
             spirits
             ,
             men
             indeed
             clad
             in
             flesh
             ,
             can
             hardly
             imagine
             how
             a
             soule
             can
             haue
             existence
             out
             of
             the
             flesh
             .
             Eagles
             can
             see
             that
             which
             Owles
             cannot
             :
             so
             is
             that
             visible
             and
             credible
             to
             a
             spirituall
             man
             ,
             which
             to
             a
             naturall
             is
             inuisible
             ,
             incredible
             .
             And
             yet
             euen
             natures
             dimme
             eyes
             haue
             beene
             cleere
             enough
             to
             see
             this
             truth
             .
             Nature
             I
             say
             ,
             pure
             and
             meere
             nature
             ,
             not
             only
             the
             Platonists
             and
             other
             learned
             ones
             ,
             who
             resolutely
             concluded
             it
             ,
             and
             aptly
             resembled
             it
             ,
             to
             the
             distinct
             being
             of
             the
             waggoner
             after
             the
             breaking
             of
             the
             Coach
             :
             
             the
             swimming
             out
             of
             the
             Mariner
             in
             the
             wreake
             of
             the
             ship
             ,
             the
             creeping
             of
             the
             snayle
             out
             of
             the
             shell
             ,
             the
             worme
             out
             of
             the
             case
             :
             not
             vnto
             the
             learned
             Grecians
             ,
             and
             ciuilized
             Romans
             :
             But
             euen
             the
             rudest
             Scythians
             and
             vnlettered
             Sauages
             ;
             yea
             ,
             though
             there
             bee
             many
             Languages
             ,
             and
             sundrie
             Dialects
             in
             the
             world
             ,
             yet
             is
             ,
             and
             hath
             this
             euer
             been
             the
             common
             voyce
             of
             them
             all
             ,
             That
             soules
             die
             not
             with
             the
             body
             .
             And
             howeuer
             the
             bodies
             resurrection
             hath
             to
             them
             been
             a
             Problem
             and
             Paradoxe
             ,
             yet
             is
             the
             soules
             eternitie
             an
             inbred
             instinct
             sucked
             from
             natures
             breast
             ;
             or
             rather
             an
             indelible
             principle
             stamped
             in
             the
             soules
             of
             men
             by
             the
             finger
             of
             God.
             And
             indeed
             ,
             to
             right
             reason
             ,
             what
             difficulty
             or
             absurditie
             is
             there
             in
             it
             .
             What
             lets
             mee
             to
             conceiue
             a
             being
             of
             it
             in
             the
             Ayre
             ,
             in
             the
             Heauen
             ,
             or
             in
             any
             other
             
             place
             as
             well
             as
             in
             the
             compasse
             of
             my
             body
             ,
             is
             not
             one
             substance
             as
             capable
             of
             it
             as
             another
             ?
             Can
             it
             liue
             in
             the
             one
             ,
             and
             not
             in
             another
             ?
          
           
             Hath
             it
             not
             ,
             euen
             whiles
             it
             is
             in
             the
             bodie
             ,
             thoughts
             ,
             motiues
             ,
             passions
             by
             it selfe
             ,
             of
             it
             owne
             different
             from
             the
             body
             ,
             many
             crosse
             and
             contrarie
             to
             the
             disposition
             of
             the
             body
             ,
             chearefull
             ones
             when
             that
             is
             in
             paine
             or
             melancholie
             :
             Cholericke
             ones
             when
             that
             is
             flegmaticke
             .
             Doth
             it
             waite
             vpon
             the
             body
             for
             ioy
             ,
             sorrow
             ,
             anger
             ,
             and
             the
             like
             ?
             doth
             it
             not
             more
             often
             begin
             vnto
             it
             ?
             Not
             to
             speake
             of
             Martyres
             innumerable
             ,
             who
             haue
             beene
             exceedingly
             pleasant
             in
             the
             middest
             of
             torments
             ,
             as
             if
             they
             had
             beene
             spirits
             without
             flesh
             .
             How
             many
             auncient
             stories
             and
             dailie
             examples
             haue
             wee
             of
             chereful
             minds
             in
             distempered
             ,
             
             pained
             ,
             languishing
             dying
             bodies
             ?
             Reason
             will
             then
             conclude
             ,
             that
             the
             Soule
             may
             well
             be
             ,
             and
             be
             sensible
             after
             death
             without
             the
             body
             ,
             which
             euen
             in
             the
             body
             can
             bee
             wel
             ,
             when
             that
             is
             ill
             ,
             cheerely
             when
             that
             is
             hurt
             ,
             or
             sicke
             ,
             grieued
             and
             troubled
             when
             that
             is
             in
             perfect
             temper
             and
             health
             .
             And
             on
             the
             contrary
             ,
             small
             reason
             haue
             wee
             to
             thinke
             it
             sleepes
             out
             of
             the
             bodie
             ,
             which
             neuer
             slumbers
             in
             the
             body
             ,
             or
             that
             it
             is
             seazed
             by
             death
             out
             of
             the
             body
             ,
             which
             neuer
             was
             ouercome
             by
             sleep
             ,
             which
             is
             but
             deaths
             Image
             ,
             and
             younger
             brother
             in
             the
             body
             ,
             but
             euer
             was
             working
             and
             discoursing
             in
             the
             deepest
             and
             deadest
             sleepes
             of
             the
             body
             .
          
           
             Besides
             ,
             is
             it
             likely
             God
             would
             enrich
             it
             with
             such
             noble
             and
             diuine
             dowries
             to
             bee
             salt
             onely
             to
             the
             bodie
             ,
             to
             exhale
             with
             it
             as
             Bruits
             doe
             .
             The
             admirable
             inuention
             
             of
             Arts
             ,
             Letters
             ,
             Engines
             ,
             the
             strange
             fore-casts
             ,
             prospects
             and
             presages
             of
             the
             vnderstanding
             part
             ,
             the
             infinite
             lodgings
             ,
             the
             firme
             reteinings
             of
             the
             memorie
             ,
             doe
             they
             not
             argue
             an
             immortalitie
             :
             Doe
             men
             ingraue
             curiously
             in
             Snow
             ,
             Yce
             ,
             or
             transient
             stuffe
             ?
          
           
             What
             meanes
             the
             great
             anxietie
             of
             men
             about
             their
             suruiuing
             name
             ,
             if
             the
             minde
             perished
             with
             the
             bodie
             ,
             if
             Death
             were
             the
             cessation
             of
             the
             man
             ,
             and
             destruction
             of
             the
             whole
             substance
             .
             What
             should
             nature
             care
             for
             an
             ayery
             accident
             without
             a
             subiect
             ,
             whereof
             no
             part
             of
             him
             should
             be
             sensible
             .
          
           
             What
             meanes
             the
             very
             feare
             of
             Death
             ,
             if
             that
             were
             the
             end
             of
             all
             feares
             ,
             and
             cares
             ,
             and
             sorrowes
             ,
             if
             nothing
             remained
             sensible
             ,
             and
             capable
             of
             any
             
             thing
             to
             bee
             feared
             .
          
           
             Lastly
             ,
             the
             fresh
             vigor
             ,
             the
             vnimpayred
             abilitie
             ,
             that
             nimble
             agilitie
             of
             the
             minde
             in
             sicknesse
             ;
             yea
             ,
             manie
             times
             the
             freer
             vse
             of
             the
             faculties
             of
             it
             in
             the
             confines
             ,
             yea
             ,
             in
             the
             act
             and
             Article
             of
             Death
             ,
             then
             in
             former
             health
             ,
             doe
             they
             not
             tell
             the
             body
             ,
             the
             soule
             meanes
             not
             to
             fall
             with
             the
             carkase
             (
             which
             hath
             the
             name
             of
             falling
             )
             lyes
             not
             a
             dying
             with
             it
             ,
             but
             errects
             it selfe
             ,
             meanes
             onely
             to
             leaue
             it
             as
             an
             Inhabitant
             doth
             a
             ruinous
             House
             ,
             or
             as
             a
             Musition
             layes
             downe
             a
             Lute
             whose
             strings
             are
             broken
             ,
             a
             Carpenter
             a
             worne
             instrument
             vnfit
             any
             longer
             for
             seruice
             and
             imploiment
             :
             and
             as
             a
             Guest
             makes
             haste
             out
             of
             his
             Inne
             ,
             to
             his
             long
             home
             and
             place
             of
             abode
             .
          
           
             Loath
             I
             am
             to
             mingle
             Philosophicall
             Cordialls
             with
             Diuine
             ,
             
             as
             water
             with
             wine
             ,
             least
             my
             Consolations
             should
             bee
             flash
             and
             dilute
             :
             yet
             ,
             euen
             these
             and
             such
             like
             arguments
             haue
             taught
             all
             Phylosophie
             (
             the
             brutish
             schoole
             of
             the
             Epicure
             excepted
             )
             to
             see
             and
             acknowledge
             that
             the
             soule
             is
             not
             a
             vapour
             ,
             but
             a
             spirit
             ,
             not
             an
             accident
             ,
             but
             a
             substance
             ,
             and
             elder
             and
             more
             excellent
             sister
             to
             the
             body
             immixt
             and
             seperable
             ;
             a
             guest
             that
             dyes
             not
             with
             it
             ,
             but
             diuerts
             out
             of
             it
             ,
             intending
             to
             reuisite
             and
             reunite
             it
             againe
             vnto
             it
             ▪
             selfe
             .
             But
             Diuinitie
             certainely
             knowes
             all
             this
             to
             bee
             most
             certaine
             that
             it
             is
             a
             particle
             of
             diuine
             breath
             ,
             inbreathed
             into
             the
             redde
             lome
             at
             the
             first
             ,
             not
             arising
             out
             of
             it
             ,
             but
             infused
             from
             heauen
             into
             it
             ,
             and
             therefore
             may
             as
             wel
             exist
             without
             the
             clay
             after
             it
             ,
             as
             it
             did
             before
             it
             :
             and
             when
             the
             dust
             returnes
             to
             
             the
             dust
             ,
             heauen
             goes
             to
             heauen
             ,
             both
             to
             their
             originals
             ,
             the
             soule
             first
             ,
             because
             first
             and
             principall
             in
             euery
             action
             ,
             the
             body
             after
             as
             an
             accessary
             and
             second
             ,
             and
             so
             the
             day
             of
             death
             to
             the
             body
             ,
             is
             the
             birth
             day
             of
             eternity
             to
             the
             soule
             .
          
           
             This
             vndying
             ,
             and
             euer-liuing
             condition
             of
             the
             soule
             ,
             throughly
             rowled
             in
             the
             minde
             ,
             firmely
             embraced
             ,
             and
             vndoubtedly
             apprehended
             by
             Faith
             ,
             workes
             admirable
             effects
             as
             in
             life
             ,
             so
             in
             the
             approach
             of
             death
             .
             Seneca
             that
             saw
             it
             but
             through
             Clouds
             ,
             cranies
             and
             creuises
             with
             yfs
             ,
             and
             ands
             ,
             yet
             professeth
             that
             when
             hee
             thought
             but
             a
             little
             of
             it
             ,
             and
             some
             pleasant
             dreames
             of
             it
             ,
             he
             loathed
             himselfe
             and
             all
             his
             trifling
             gratnes
             .
             But
             most
             diuinely
             ,
             and
             resoluedly
             ▪
             
               Iulius
               Palmer
            
             :
             He
             that
             hath
             his
             soule
             linked
             and
             tyed
             to
             the
             body
             ,
             as
             a
             thiefes
             feete
             to
             a
             Clogge
             with
             
             guyues
             and
             fetters
             ,
             no
             maruell
             hee
             knowes
             not
             how
             to
             dye
             ,
             is
             loath
             to
             endure
             a
             Diuision
             :
             but
             he
             that
             vseth
             ,
             and
             can
             by
             Faith
             separate
             the
             spirit
             from
             the
             body
             ,
             to
             him
             it
             is
             to
             drinke
             this
             :
             and
             with
             that
             drinkes
             off
             a
             Cup
             of
             Wine
             in
             his
             hand
             ,
             and
             within
             a
             while
             after
             ,
             as
             cheerefully
             drinks
             of
             Deaths
             cup
             in
             the
             sight
             of
             the
             same
             Witnesses
             .
             Euen
             Socrates
             himselfe
             sweetened
             his
             Cup
             of
             poyson
             ,
             with
             this
             discourse
             of
             the
             soules
             immortalitie
             ,
             to
             the
             amazement
             of
             the
             beholders
             .
             Such
             Soules
             indeede
             as
             place
             all
             their
             felicitie
             to
             bee
             in
             a
             full
             fedde
             ,
             and
             well
             complexioned
             body
             ,
             and
             to
             partake
             of
             the
             senses
             corporeall
             delights
             ,
             hath
             not
             accustomed
             it selfe
             to
             it
             owne
             retyred
             delights
             of
             obstracted
             meditations
             ,
             knowes
             not
             how
             to
             bee
             merry
             without
             a
             play-fellow
             ,
             no
             maruell
             though
             it
             bee
             as
             loath
             
             to
             part
             with
             the
             body
             ,
             as
             a
             crooked
             deformed
             body
             to
             part
             with
             rich
             robes
             and
             gorgeous
             apparell
             ,
             which
             were
             it
             onely
             ornaments
             .
             But
             such
             noble
             and
             regenerate
             spirits
             as
             know
             their
             owne
             Dowries
             ,
             haue
             inured
             themselues
             to
             sublimate
             contemplations
             ,
             and
             to
             haue
             their
             conuersation
             in
             Heauen
             ,
             whiles
             they
             were
             in
             the
             body
             :
             such
             I
             say
             ,
             though
             they
             do
             not
             Cynically
             reuile
             the
             body
             as
             a
             Clog
             ,
             a
             prison
             ,
             a
             lumpe
             of
             myre
             ,
             &c.
             but
             know
             it
             to
             bee
             the
             Temple
             of
             the
             Holy
             Ghost
             ,
             yet
             are
             they
             willing
             ,
             yea
             and
             sigh
             to
             be
             vncloathed
             ,
             to
             sowe
             it
             a
             while
             in
             the
             earth
             ,
             being
             a
             dark
             and
             thick
             lanterne
             ,
             hindering
             the
             cleare
             sight
             of
             it
             ,
             till
             they
             may
             reassume
             it
             clarified
             ,
             a
             spirituall
             ,
             an
             Angelified
             body
             made
             apt
             and
             obsequious
             to
             all
             diuine
             seruices
             ,
             to
             Celestiall
             Offices
             without
             wearinesse
             ,
             intermission
             ,
             and
             such
             like
             
             vanitie
             ,
             which
             here
             it
             is
             subiect
             vnto
             :
             as
             willing
             as
             Dauid
             to
             lay
             aside
             Sauls
             cumbersome
             Armour
             ,
             and
             to
             betake
             him
             to
             such
             as
             hee
             could
             better
             weeld
             and
             command
             at
             pleasure
             .
          
           
             This
             is
             the
             first
             and
             lowest
             helpe
             Faith
             hath
             to
             comfort
             the
             soule
             withall
             in
             the
             approach
             of
             Death
             ;
             when
             the
             strong
             men
             buckle
             ,
             the
             Keepers
             of
             the
             house
             faile
             ,
             they
             waxe
             dimme
             that
             looke
             out
             at
             the
             windowes
             ,
             when
             the
             whole
             outward
             man
             decayes
             :
             that
             the
             inner
             man
             ages
             not
             ,
             faints
             not
             ,
             languisheth
             not
             ,
             but
             rather
             lifts
             vp
             the
             head
             ,
             is
             more
             fresh
             then
             formerly
             ,
             and
             excepts
             to
             bee
             vnburdened
             ,
             and
             to
             bee
             at
             libertie
             ,
             freed
             from
             Corporeall
             tedious
             vnpleasing
             workes
             of
             sleeping
             ,
             eating
             ,
             drinking
             ,
             and
             other
             meaner
             drudgery
             ,
             that
             it
             may
             once
             come
             to
             higher
             and
             more
             spirituall
             imployments
             
             better
             suiting
             with
             it
             natiue
             condition
             :
             euen
             as
             the
             Lyon
             longeth
             to
             bee
             out
             of
             the
             grate
             ,
             and
             the
             Eagle
             out
             of
             the
             cage
             ,
             that
             they
             may
             haue
             their
             free
             scope
             and
             fuller
             libertie
             .
          
           
             
               Vnder
               the
               Altar
               .
            
             
               Now
               if
               this
               much
               reuiued
               Iohn
               (
               as
               no
               doubt
               it
               did
               )
               to
               see
               the
               Soules
               continuance
               after
               Death
               ,
               how
               much
               more
               to
               see
               their
               safety
               and
               rest
               vnder
               the
               Altar
               :
               that
               is
               vnder
               Christs
               protection
               &
               custody
               ,
               vnder
               the
               shadow
               of
               his
               wings
               .
               Who
               makes
               them
               gratefull
               to
               his
               Father
               ,
               couers
               them
               from
               his
               wrath
               ,
               safeguards
               them
               from
               all
               molestation
               ,
               procures
               them
               absolute
               quiet
               and
               security
               .
               The
               phrase
               alluding
               to
               the
               Altar
               in
               the
               Tabernacle
               ,
               which
               gaue
               the
               Offerings
               grace
               and
               acceptation
               :
               and
               partly
               
               to
               the
               safety
               of
               such
               as
               fled
               from
               the
               Auenger
               to
               the
               Altar
               .
               Christ
               is
               our
               Altar
               ,
               and
               all
               the
               Soules
               of
               such
               as
               dye
               in
               his
               Faith
               ,
               are
               as
               Stephan
               bequeathed
               to
               him
               :
               hee
               presents
               them
               to
               his
               Father
               ,
               shelters
               them
               from
               accusation
               and
               condemnation
               ,
               gathers
               them
               as
               the
               Henne
               her
               Chickens
               vnder
               his
               wings
               ,
               being
               fully
               able
               to
               keepe
               what
               is
               committed
               to
               him
               from
               all
               disquiet
               .
               Hee
               that
               could
               keepe
               the
               three
               young
               men
               in
               the
               Furnace
               with
               whom
               he
               walked
               ,
               yea
               their
               very
               garments
               from
               the
               violence
               of
               fire
               :
               The
               Israelites
               and
               their
               apparell
               in
               the
               wilderness
               :
               Ionas
               in
               the
               Whales
               belly
               :
               how
               much
               more
               easily
               now
               hee
               sits
               at
               the
               hand
               of
               his
               Father
               in
               Maiestie
               and
               Glorie
               ,
               can
               hee
               defend
               saued
               and
               glorified
               soules
               from
               all
               Externall
               and
               Internall
               Annoyance
               ,
               and
               settle
               them
               in
               
               absolute
               peace
               with
               him
               in
               his
               Paradise
               ,
               according
               to
               his
               frequent
               promise
               to
               such
               as
               ouercome
               ,
               
                 they
                 shall
                 sit
                 with
                 me
                 vpon
                 thrones
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               And
               long
               white
               Robes
               were
               giuen
               vnto
               euery
               one
               .
            
             
               If
               Iohn
               had
               seene
               soules
               at
               rest
               ,
               though
               in
               poore
               and
               meane
               condition
               ,
               yet
               were
               a
               corner
               of
               an
               house
               with
               peace
               to
               bee
               preferred
               to
               a
               wide
               Pallace
               with
               disquiet
               :
               A
               poore
               dyet
               with
               greene
               Herbes
               with
               quiet
               ,
               to
               a
               feast
               with
               stalled
               oxen
               ,
               and
               crammed
               fowles
               ,
               sauced
               with
               bitter
               contention
               .
               But
               behold
               ,
               he
               sees
               not
               naked
               ,
               beggerly
               ,
               ragged
               soules
               ,
               but
               adorned
               with
               white
               Robes
               ;
               that
               is
               ,
               endowed
               now
               ,
               and
               glorified
               with
               perfect
               righteousnesse
               ,
               puritie
               ,
               clarity
               ,
               digtie
               ,
               and
               festiuitie
               :
               of
               all
               which
               white
               apparell
               hath
               euer
               been
               an
               
               Emblem
               and
               Symbole
               in
               Diuine
               and
               Humane
               Herauldry
               ,
               a
               cloathing
               of
               Princes
               in
               their
               great
               solemnities
               of
               Coronation
               ,
               triumphs
               and
               ouations
               ,
               saies
               Eusebius
               :
               so
               was
               Herod
               arrayed
               in
               cloath
               of
               siluer
               ,
               with
               which
               the
               Sunne
               beames
               meeting
               ,
               made
               such
               a
               glister
               ,
               as
               amazed
               the
               people
               that
               styled
               him
               a
               God
               :
               so
               sayes
               Tertullian
               ,
               were
               they
               woont
               to
               dignifie
               Seruants
               at
               their
               Manumissions
               with
               white
               Apparell
               ,
               in
               token
               of
               their
               new
               libertie
               and
               preferment
               .
               At
               feasts
               great
               persons
               were
               wont
               to
               change
               their
               guests
               ordinary
               clothes
               with
               a
               white
               Synthesis
               ,
               a
               colour
               fit
               to
               expresse
               alacritie
               .
               Christians
               ,
               the
               whole
               Easter
               weeke
               wore
               white
               apparell
               .
               All
               the
               graces
               the
               soules
               had
               heere
               in
               this
               their
               infancy
               of
               Regeneration
               ,
               were
               but
               stayned
               and
               polluted
               clouts
               :
               their
               knowledge
               darke
               and
               obscured
               with
               ignorance
               ,
               
               their
               memories
               clouded
               with
               obliuion
               ,
               their
               wills
               and
               affections
               tempested
               with
               mutinies
               and
               perturbations
               ,
               their
               habits
               of
               holines
               and
               charity
               ,
               sullid
               with
               defects
               and
               infirmities
               ,
               their
               delights
               duske
               and
               particoloured
               &
               spotted
               with
               mixture
               of
               sorrow
               :
               all
               their
               apparell
               blacke
               &
               sad
               russet
               at
               the
               least
               ;
               but
               there
               purer
               then
               the
               Christall
               ,
               whiter
               then
               the
               Snowe
               ,
               or
               then
               Fullers
               earth
               is
               able
               to
               make
               them
               .
               The
               Lillyes
               ,
               and
               Salomon
               in
               all
               their
               Royaltie
               not
               like
               vnto
               the
               meanest
               of
               them
               .
               Call
               vs
               no
               more
               Marah
               ,
               may
               they
               say
               ,
               but
               Naomi
               .
               For
               fulnesse
               of
               beautie
               is
               conferred
               vpon
               them
               ,
               God
               becomming
               fulnesse
               of
               claritie
               and
               light
               vnto
               the
               vnderstanding
               ,
               without
               errour
               or
               darknesse
               ,
               continuation
               of
               Eternitie
               to
               the
               memory
               without
               forgetfulnesse
               ,
               multitude
               of
               Peace
               to
               the
               Will
               and
               Affections
               
               without
               disturbance
               or
               disorder
               :
               the
               superiour
               part
               of
               the
               Soule
               ,
               pleasing
               it selfe
               in
               the
               blessed
               vision
               of
               God
               ,
               and
               the
               inferior
               satiate
               with
               the
               fruition
               of
               riuers
               of
               pleasures
               ,
               &
               variety
               of
               monthly
               fruits
               .
               All
               this
               ioy
               increased
               by
               the
               aemenity
               and
               magnificence
               of
               the
               place
               being
               Gods
               Palace
               ,
               built
               and
               prepared
               for
               eternitie
               ,
               for
               the
               honour
               of
               his
               Maiestie
               ,
               and
               habitation
               of
               his
               Saints
               ,
               all
               shining
               like
               precious
               Iasper
               :
               enchanted
               by
               the
               full
               quire
               of
               Angels
               and
               communion
               of
               holy
               men
               ,
               excellent
               when
               they
               were
               on
               earth
               ,
               now
               perfected
               in
               their
               vertues
               ,
               and
               freed
               from
               frailties
               ,
               neuer
               mourning
               ,
               but
               euer
               singing
               and
               lauding
               their
               Creator
               with
               Alleluiahs
               without
               defatigation
               or
               satietie
               :
               all
               this
               made
               vp
               and
               consummate
               by
               the
               addition
               not
               of
               a
               number
               of
               yeares
               ,
               but
               of
               eternitie
               vncountable
               ,
               vnalterable
               :
               incomprehensible
               .
               
               What
               are
               the
               chiefe
               miseries
               of
               this
               life
               ,
               but
               the
               sordid
               apparell
               of
               the
               Soule
               ,
               the
               blacke
               thoughts
               ,
               the
               speckled
               phantasies
               ,
               darke
               obliuion
               ,
               royled
               ,
               soyled
               affections
               ,
               all
               the
               habite
               of
               it
               squalid
               ,
               iagged
               ,
               and
               tattered
               .
               Now
               then
               was
               Ioseph
               loath
               to
               change
               his
               prison-ragges
               ,
               or
               Hester
               her
               olde
               and
               meane
               Cloathes
               with
               stately
               and
               royall
               array
               ?
               Promise
               a
               Childe
               a
               new
               Satin
               suit
               ,
               and
               see
               whether
               hee
               will
               not
               long
               for
               it
               ,
               and
               call
               for
               it
               ;
               see
               whether
               hee
               will
               crie
               when
               you
               bid
               him
               lay
               off
               his
               Russets
               ?
               Whence
               is
               it
               then
               that
               men
               dye
               so
               dully
               ,
               so
               vnwillingly
               ,
               so
               heauily
               ?
               or
               whence
               can
               it
               bee
               ,
               but
               because
               they
               doe
               not
               liuely
               and
               certainely
               beleeue
               ,
               and
               expect
               these
               white
               Robes
               for
               their
               soules
               .
               When
               the
               beautie
               of
               a
               mans
               minde
               is
               heere
               obfuscate
               and
               defaced
               with
               melancholly
               Tentations
               ,
               and
               opake
               
               Imaginations
               ,
               with
               yellow
               choller
               ,
               with
               pallid
               feare
               ,
               with
               ruddy
               shame
               ,
               with
               sable
               dispaire
               ;
               oh
               what
               would
               he
               giue
               for
               a
               candid
               calme
               ,
               and
               serene
               state
               of
               his
               mind
               ?
               and
               when
               againe
               it
               pleaseth
               God
               to
               affoord
               him
               sunshine
               holidayes
               of
               ioy
               and
               tranquilitie
               ,
               wherein
               his
               mind
               is
               clad
               ,
               and
               decked
               with
               golden
               ,
               siluer
               ,
               and
               precious
               ornaments
               of
               peace
               ,
               meekenesse
               ,
               temperance
               ,
               patience
               ,
               Oh
               what
               an
               Heauen
               would
               he
               thinke
               hee
               had
               heere
               on
               earth
               ,
               if
               all
               his
               daies
               were
               but
               such
               dayes
               !
               whereas
               this
               a
               Christian
               may
               well
               assure
               himselfe
               of
               ,
               that
               what
               euer
               grace
               doth
               here
               prepare
               and
               begin
               ,
               there
               glory
               will
               absolue
               &
               perpetuate
               for
               matter
               of
               sanctity
               ,
               purity
               ,
               &
               alacrity
               of
               the
               mind
               ,
               typified
               in
               these
               white
               robes
               :
               yea
               further
               for
               matter
               of
               dignitie
               and
               tryumph
               ,
               which
               then
               shall
               be
               most
               compleat
               ,
               where
               they
               shall
               see
               
               Christ
               at
               that
               day
               come
               in
               the
               glory
               of
               the
               Father
               with
               millions
               of
               his
               Angels
               descending
               &
               bringing
               down
               his
               heauenly
               Ierusalem
               ,
               meeting
               them
               halfe
               way
               in
               the
               clouds
               ,
               and
               there
               auenging
               them
               of
               their
               enemies
               ,
               sitting
               with
               them
               as
               assessors
               vpon
               thrones
               ,
               to
               iudge
               the
               Angels
               ,
               &
               the
               world
               of
               wicked
               ones
               ,
               &
               such
               as
               haue
               insulted
               ouer
               them
               on
               the
               earth
               ,
               in
               which
               they
               shall
               then
               without
               any
               malignity
               of
               enuy
               ,
               anger
               ,
               or
               appetite
               of
               reuenge
               ,
               take
               amirable
               and
               vnspeakeable
               content
               and
               comfort
               ,
               yea
               reck
               on
               it
               as
               the
               accomplishment
               of
               their
               inchoate
               glory
               ,
               for
               which
               they
               are
               here
               said
               to
               long
               for
               ,
               &
               groane
               vnder
               the
               Altar
               ,
               till
               the
               number
               of
               all
               their
               brethren
               being
               consummate
               ,
               God
               shal
               openly
               acquit
               &
               applaud
               them
               ,
               condemne
               and
               confound
               their
               opposites
               .
               These
               ,
               these
               are
               the
               only
               ,
               stately
               ,
               and
               Kingly
               dignities
               :
               
               the
               meditations
               whereof
               are
               onlyable
               to
               beget
               and
               foster
               true
               heroical
               &
               Christian
               resolutions
               against
               the
               feare
               of
               Death
               and
               Hell
               ,
               otherwise
               vnuanquished
               .
               To
               conclude
               then
               ,
               to
               the
               man
               that
               would
               both
               in
               health
               and
               sicknesse
               nourish
               euer
               in
               his
               breast
               vndaunted
               and
               more
               then
               conquering
               thoughts
               of
               these
               two
               enemies
               ,
               instead
               of
               Bellarmines
               many
               friuolous
               and
               tedious
               rules
               :
               I
               prescribe
               but
               these
               two
               practises
               of
               Faith.
               The
               first
               is
               to
               worke
               in
               his
               minde
               a
               setled
               and
               vndoubted
               certaintie
               :
               and
               the
               second
               a
               liuely
               and
               frequent
               representation
               of
               them
               .
            
             
               Were
               heauen
               nothing
               else
               but
               an
               hauen
               of
               rest
               ,
               wee
               know
               how
               welcome
               the
               one
               is
               to
               a
               Sea-sick
               weather-beaten
               traueller
               ,
               and
               may
               by
               that
               guesse
               how
               desireable
               the
               other
               should
               be
               to
               a
               soule
               that
               long
               hath
               beene
               tossed
               in
               the
               waues
               of
               
               this
               world
               ,
               sicke
               of
               owne
               sinfull
               imaginations
               ,
               &
               tyred
               with
               externall
               tentations
               .
               The
               happiest
               soule
               that
               euer
               hath
               sayled
               ouer
               this
               Euripus
               ,
               in
               the
               best
               ship
               ,
               in
               the
               healthfullest
               body
               that
               euer
               was
               ,
               neuer
               had
               so
               calme
               a
               passage
               ,
               but
               that
               it
               hath
               had
               cause
               enough
               often
               to
               wish
               it selfe
               on
               shoare
               .
               What
               with
               selfe
               groaning
               phantasies
               ,
               and
               iniected
               temptations
               ,
               how
               little
               respit
               or
               rest
               is
               here
               to
               be
               found
               ?
               Is
               there
               any
               Palace
               or
               Tower
               here
               so
               high
               or
               strong
               ,
               that
               can
               keepe
               diseases
               from
               the
               body
               :
               how
               much
               lesse
               cares
               ,
               sorrows
               ,
               feares
               ,
               and
               Sathans
               assaults
               from
               the
               Soule
               ?
               Were
               there
               but
               such
               an
               Iland
               ,
               as
               some
               haue
               dreamed
               of
               heere
               on
               earth
               ,
               that
               might
               free
               our
               bodies
               or
               mindes
               from
               disquiet
               ,
               but
               for
               the
               space
               of
               the
               moment
               of
               this
               life
               ,
               how
               would
               people
               couet
               to
               dwell
               in
               it
               ?
               In
               the
               times
               of
               the
               late
               
               warres
               in
               Netherlands
               ,
               how
               did
               the
               Boares
               forsake
               their
               Farmes
               ,
               and
               flye
               into
               walled
               Cities
               for
               securitie
               from
               dangers
               ?
               What
               violence
               then
               should
               our
               heauenly
               Ierusalem
               suffer
               of
               our
               wishes
               and
               desires
               ?
               were
               it
               but
               for
               the
               sweet
               and
               amiable
               name
               of
               peace
               whereof
               it
               is
               denominated
               ,
               hauing
               indeed
               the
               God
               of
               Peace
               for
               the
               King
               and
               Keeper
               of
               it
               :
               Wals
               many
               Cubits
               high
               ,
               into
               which
               no
               Zenacherib
               can
               shoote
               an
               arrow
               ,
               nor
               the
               Dragon
               Beast
               ,
               nor
               the
               false
               Prophet
               to
               seduce
               or
               to
               accuse
               :
               strong
               gates
               and
               barres
               excluding
               all
               enemies
               and
               annoyances
               ,
               and
               so
               affording
               perfect
               tranquility
               to
               all
               the
               Inhabitants
               ,
               out
               of
               which
               they
               insult
               ten
               times
               more
               saferly
               ,
               then
               the
               Iebusites
               ouer
               the
               blinde
               and
               lame
               ,
               ouer
               the
               pale
               horse
               and
               his
               riders
               ,
               Death
               and
               Hell.
               Consider
               and
               compare
               a
               little
               the
               simplicitie
               
               of
               the
               worldling
               with
               the
               wisdom
               of
               the
               Christian
               ,
               the
               happy
               stabilitie
               of
               the
               one
               ,
               with
               the
               wofull
               vncertaintie
               of
               the
               other
               at
               the
               time
               of
               their
               departure
               .
               Euen
               Foxes
               and
               Hares
               ,
               and
               other
               such
               vermine
               fore-acquaint
               themselues
               with
               Muses
               ,
               Thickes
               and
               Burroes
               ,
               into
               which
               when
               they
               are
               chased
               and
               hunted
               ,
               they
               may
               repaire
               for
               safety
               :
               but
               these
               fooles
               while
               they
               liue
               in
               health
               and
               prosperity
               ,
               neuer
               thinke
               of
               the
               euill
               day
               ,
               and
               when
               away
               they
               see
               they
               must
               goe
               ,
               how
               vnshystable
               are
               they
               ?
               Some
               of
               the
               meaner
               sort
               ,
               they
               take
               care
               for
               their
               winding-sheet
               :
               or
               if
               richer
               ,
               for
               a
               marble
               or
               painted
               sepulchre
               ,
               which
               yet
               cannot
               preserue
               their
               bodies
               or
               names
               from
               putrifaction
               :
               the
               superstitious
               sort
               to
               bee
               buryed
               in
               a
               Fryers
               Cowle
               ,
               or
               vnder
               an
               Alter
               of
               stone
               :
               the
               desperater
               sort
               ,
               wishing
               the
               Mountaines
               
               might
               couer
               them
               from
               the
               wrath
               of
               the
               Lambe
               .
               An
               harbour
               or
               receptacle
               for
               their
               soules
               they
               neuer
               thinke
               of
               ;
               whence
               it
               is
               that
               they
               are
               as
               loath
               to
               haue
               them
               turned
               out
               of
               their
               bodies
               ,
               as
               Hagar
               and
               Ismael
               to
               be
               out
               of
               doores
               ,
               and
               exposed
               to
               misery
               and
               dangers
               ;
               or
               rather
               as
               Cain
               ,
               to
               be
               cast
               as
               a
               Vagabond
               out
               of
               Gods
               presence
               ,
               fearing
               lest
               euery
               one
               that
               met
               him
               next
               ,
               should
               cut
               his
               throat
               for
               a
               cursed
               Caitiffe
               .
               And
               indeed
               what
               else
               can
               they
               looke
               for
               ,
               but
               instantly
               to
               bee
               deuoured
               of
               the
               roaring
               Lyon
               ,
               that
               waites
               at
               the
               doore
               of
               Death
               ,
               to
               fetch
               away
               their
               soules
               into
               the
               place
               where
               there
               is
               no
               night
               nor
               day
               .
               Onely
               the
               wise
               beleuer
               ,
               he
               hath
               prouided
               a
               Sanctuary
               ,
               or
               Citie
               of
               refuge
               against
               time
               of
               danger
               ,
               hath
               learned
               wisdome
               of
               the
               Conies
               ,
               who
               though
               a
               little
               nation
               ,
               yet
               wise
               and
               forecasting
               ,
               
               haue
               their
               refuge
               in
               the
               Rocks
               .
               Christ
               is
               the
               beleeuers
               Rocke
               ,
               and
               his
               strong
               Tower
               ,
               his
               Altar
               ,
               and
               therfore
               he
               feares
               not
               what
               Death
               can
               doe
               vnto
               him
               .
               Christ
               hath
               assured
               him
               on
               his
               word
               ,
               that
               hee
               shall
               haue
               all
               ,
               teares
               wiped
               away
               ,
               and
               the
               Spirit
               secured
               him
               that
               he
               shall
               rest
               from
               his
               labors
               .
               In
               which
               regard
               he
               is
               so
               farre
               from
               lingring
               and
               hankering
               after
               a
               continuance
               in
               this
               Baca
               of
               teares
               ,
               this
               wildernes
               of
               feares
               ,
               that
               he
               studies
               rather
               to
               enter
               into
               this
               rest
               ,
               Cries
               out
               with
               Dauid
               ,
               Wo
               is
               me
               that
               I
               dwell
               in
               ,
               Meshek
               and
               Kedar
               ,
               when
               I
               think
               of
               peace
               ,
               there
               is
               warre
               at
               hand
               :
               With
               Ieremy
               ,
               Woe
               is
               mee
               that
               I
               dwell
               with
               a
               contentious
               people
               .
               With
               Elias
               ,
               I
               am
               weary
               of
               my
               life
               ,
               an
               end
               good
               Lord.
               Or
               with
               blessed
               Simeon
               ,
               Now
               Lord
               let
               thy
               seruant
               depart
               in
               peace
               ,
               into
               that
               land
               of
               peace
               ;
               heere
               I
               haue
               seene
               that
               
               there
               is
               no
               peace
               to
               bee
               had
               :
               all
               here
               is
               vanity
               &
               vexation
               of
               spirit
               .
               For
               a
               minute
               of
               peace
               ,
               moneths
               of
               vanity
               ,
               for
               a
               dram
               of
               hony
               ,
               pounds
               of
               aloes
               and
               gall
               .
               Soules
               here
               find
               no
               resting
               place
               for
               the
               soles
               of
               their
               feete
               ,
               till
               they
               come
               to
               the
               mount
               Ararat
               ,
               whither
               their
               works
               follow
               them
               ,
               where
               their
               sorrowes
               leaue
               them
               .
               And
               so
               conclude
               with
               
                 Vidus
                 Bressius
              
               ,
               Oh
               that
               my
               soule
               had
               I
               the
               wings
               of
               the
               Doue
               to
               flie
               and
               make
               haste
               to
               that
               mountain
               of
               God
               ,
               and
               hill
               of
               tranquilitie
               and
               eternitie
               .
               Thus
               th'
               one
               dies
               howling
               ,
               the
               other
               singing
               ,
               because
               the
               one
               knowes
               he
               changeth
               for
               the
               better
               ,
               the
               other
               for
               the
               worse
               :
               the
               one
               takes
               Death
               for
               a
               gulfe
               of
               sorrow
               ,
               the
               other
               for
               a
               port
               of
               libertie
               and
               ease
               :
               the
               one
               because
               he
               is
               stript
               for
               a
               scourging
               ;
               the
               other
               because
               hee
               layes
               off
               his
               clothes
               to
               go
               to
               bed
               after
               his
               toile
               .
            
             
             
               If
               Queene
               Elizabeth
               whiles
               she
               was
               a
               prisoner
               in
               her
               sisters
               dayes
               could
               haue
               been
               fully
               assured
               ,
               and
               had
               clearely
               foreseene
               her
               owne
               long
               ;
               glorious
               ,
               and
               prosperous
               reigne
               ensuing
               ,
               would
               she
               haue
               wished
               her selfe
               a
               Milke-maid
               for
               the
               present
               ?
               No
               ,
               it
               had
               bin
               impossible
               .
               All
               our
               feares
               &
               doubts
               arise
               from
               infidelitie
               and
               the
               vncertaintie
               ,
               or
               else
               from
               the
               deadnesse
               and
               dulnesse
               of
               our
               hopes
               .
               To
               put
               life
               into
               which
               ,
               there
               can
               bee
               no
               better
               ,
               no
               other
               help
               ,
               then
               first
               to
               ground
               and
               root
               our
               Faith
               in
               Christ
               through
               the
               word
               and
               spirit
               :
               And
               then
               of
               ten
               to
               be
               setting
               before
               our
               eyes
               a
               state
               &
               condition
               happy
               aboue
               all
               that
               Cities
               ,
               Kingdoms
               ,
               Crownes
               ,
               Pearles
               ,
               and
               Iewels
               ,
               Marriages
               ,
               Feasts
               ,
               and
               all
               other
               Metaphors
               and
               Parables
               of
               Scripture
               doe
               but
               shaddow
               out
               vnto
               vs.
               Which
               supereminent
               and
               super
               aboundant
               
               felicity
               ,
               Paul
               that
               had
               been
               an
               eye
               witnes
               ,
               not
               able
               to
               describe
               ,
               much
               lesse
               to
               amplifie
               ,
               summes
               it
               vp
               ,
               
                 An
                 exceeding
                 exceeding
                 eternall
                 weight
                 of
                 Glory
                 .
              
            
             
               A
               superlatiue
               transcēdent
               phrase
               such
               as
               is
               not
               to
               be
               found
               in
               all
               the
               Rhetoricke
               of
               the
               Heathens
               ,
               because
               they
               neuer
               wrote
               of
               such
               a
               Theame
               ,
               nor
               with
               such
               a
               Spirit
               .
               If
               any
               of
               vs
               had
               but
               halfe
               the
               strength
               of
               Pauls
               Faith
               ,
               or
               life
               of
               his
               hope
               ,
               or
               chearefull
               fore-imaginations
               ,
               which
               he
               had
               of
               this
               felicitie
               ,
               woe
               could
               not
               but
               haue
               the
               same
               desires
               ,
               and
               longings
               for
               our
               dissolution
               and
               fruition
               of
               them
               .
               If
               we
               throughly
               beleeued
               and
               remembred
               this
               to
               bee
               the
               state
               of
               our selues
               and
               dead
               friends
               ,
               would
               we
               ▪
               or
               could
               we
               so
               feare
               for
               our selues
               ,
               or
               mourne
               for
               them
               in
               Blackes
               ,
               whiles
               they
               are
               in
               whites
               ,
               as
               Iacob
               for
               Ioseph
               ,
               thinking
               him
               deuoured
               
               by
               some
               euill
               beast
               ,
               when
               he
               was
               Lording
               it
               in
               Aegypt
               .
               No
               verily
               ,
               but
               thinke
               of
               it
               ,
               and
               looke
               for
               it
               we
               would
               with
               the
               same
               affections
               that
               Children
               do
               for
               their
               playes
               ,
               Prentises
               their
               freedome
               ,
               Spouses
               their
               mariage
               ,
               Labourers
               their
               wages
               ,
               Husbandmen
               their
               Haruest
               ,
               Heyres
               their
               Inheritance
               ,
               Princes
               their
               Kingdomes
               .
               Mongst
               many
               thousands
               ,
               I
               chuse
               to
               instance
               and
               end
               with
               Monicah
               and
               Augustines
               examples
               ▪
               the
               mother
               vsing
               this
               speech
               to
               her
               sonne
               ;
               All
               that
               I
               haue
               desired
               to
               liue
               to
               see
               ,
               is
               that
               which
               I
               now
               see
               :
               thee
               my
               sonne
               a
               Christian.
               And
               now
               what
               doe
               I
               any
               longer
               in
               this
               base
               and
               impure
               world
               ?
               And
               hee
               of
               his
               mother
               :
               What
               cause
               haue
               I
               to
               mourne
               for
               a
               mother
               ,
               of
               whose
               happinesse
               I
               may
               be
               so
               well
               assured
               .
            
             
               
                 When
                 I
                 awake
                 ,
                 I
                 shall
                 be
                 satisfied
                 .
              
            
             
             
               Write
               ,
               O
               Christ
               ,
               these
               Meditations
               in
               our
               hearts
               ,
               imprint
               these
               Patternes
               so
               fast
               in
               our
               memories
               ,
               that
               wee
               may
               all
               the
               dayes
               of
               our
               liues
               haue
               frequent
               fore-thoughts
               of
               our
               appointed
               change
               ,
               chiefely
               in
               that
               last
               and
               solemne
               day
               of
               our
               death
               ,
               when
               the
               Prince
               of
               this
               world
               will
               be
               busie
               ,
               and
               wee
               shall
               be
               weake
               ,
               let
               thy
               Comforter
               then
               bring
               them
               to
               minde
               ,
               that
               by
               faith
               we
               may
               ouercome
               ,
               and
               hauing
               the
               Arke
               of
               thy
               Couenant
               in
               eye
               ,
               cheerefully
               passe
               through
               the
               waters
               of
               Iorden
               ,
               and
               so
               take
               possession
               of
               that
               land
               which
               flowes
               with
               all
               varietie
               of
               delights
               ,
               without
               either
               end
               or
               sacietie
               :
               euen
               so
               
                 Come
                 Lord
                 Iesus
                 ,
                 come
                 quickly
                 .
              
            
             
               FINIS
               .
            
             
             
          
        
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A14753-e230
           
             Dr.
             Tayler
             .
             Tho.
             Hawkes
             .
          
           
             Beza
             .
             Perbins
             .
             Hall.
             Byfield
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A14753-e5110
           
             2.
             
             Kings
             19.
             15.
             
             Ezek.
             32.