LEARNING is like Scanderbegs Sword, either good or bad according to him that hath it: an excellent weapon if well used, o­therwise [Page 2] like a sharp ra­zor in the hand of a child.

Where impossibilities are apparent, it is indis­cretion to nourish hopes.

The gentle hand of Patience in the strongest streames of Adversitie, makes our afflictions sweet and easie. Gloriosius est injuriam tacendo fugere, quàm respondendo superare.

[Page 3] Patience out-faceth the lowring front of the most dismall fate.

To insult over misery is the undoubted chara­cter of barbarous inhu­manity.

To incurre Gods dis­pleasure for mans favour, is for a man to kill him­selfe to avoid a hurt.

Roaring oblations with sighing tears fetcht [Page 4] from a faithfull spring, are onely able to pene­trate the everlasting gates.

Good rewards in the end, never faile to crown the end of a well prose­cuted good.

Though the waies of vertue seeme rough and craggie, yet they reach to heaven, and in the end in­vest humanity in the bright robes of immorta­lity. Tendit in ardua virtus.

[Page 5] Humility is a grace it selfe, and a spotlesse vessel to entertain all other gra­ces.

As the ball rebounds according to the force wherewith it was throwne; so the more vi­olent the afflictions of a good man are, the higher mount his thoughts.

A good conscience seats the mind in a rich throne of endlesse quiet; [Page 6] but horror waits upon the clogging burden of a guilty soule.

Face commendation sets a foole in the chaire of ostentation; but dies the cheek of wisdome a scarlet blush.

The richest treasure mortall times afford, is the spotlesse garment of an untainted reputation. Quando actùm est de nomi­ne, actum est de homine.

[Page 7] Nature hath too slow a foot, closely to follow the heeles of Religion; and tis too hard a task for dull flesh clogg'd with corruption, to wing with the high flying quill of the heavenly soule.

Sorrow for ills past brings back mans frailty to its first innocence.

Majestie is like Light­ning, it never hurts but where it finds resistance.

[Page 8] Man is a Ship laden with riches, the world's the sea, heaven the inten­ded haven: hell sends out his Pirats to rob him, sometimes indevours to run him upon the rocks of his ruine, but yet hea­vens eye guards him: His soule is the Pilot, which through various seas of time and fortune, brings him to the long desired Port of his endlesse quiet.

I have read of the Hart, [Page 9] in the time of his liberty and jollity, of all creatures will not come neare a man; but when hee is hunted by the dogs, he will fly for succour to the next man he meets: So it is with man; Prosperity cannot ingender so high a timpanie of pride, but miserie can abate it.

Halcyon dayes make a man forget both God and himselfe: but affli­ctions make us runne to [Page 10] seeke GOD early.

To master a mans self is more than to conquer a world; for he that con­quered the world, could not master himselfe.

The malitious thirst of revenge out of a flinty cowardize strikes the hot fire of manlike unmanly valour.

The falling of a house [Page 11] is more perillous than the rising of a flood. Evils foreseene are halfe cured; but mishap comming with the sudden thunderclap of inexpectation, scares the mindes facul­ties, from all conside­ration of wise preven­tion.

Learning is the onely precious jewell of im­mortality; it well be­comes the outward frame, and with immor­tall [Page 12] glory decks and a­dornes the never dying part. Non habet inimicum praeter ignorantem.

The most transcen­dent offenders transgresse not so much against the rules of humanity, as doe the black monsters of prodigious ingratitude.

Happy, thrice happy were mans condition, could hee but ransome home the lamentable [Page 13] losse of that pristin com­mand over his intempe­rate passions.

Man is the Embleme of miserie, the subject of sorrow, and the object of pitty; and so will be so long as hee wanders up and downe in the gloo­mie fenn of this weep­ing wildernesse. [...].

Successe seldome fails [Page 14] to crowne the enterprise according to the integri­ty of the cause.

All men wear not one habit of the minde, nor are all dispositiōs cloth'd alike with natures habi­liments.

Posterity may well be called the eternity of life: he may be said never to die, whose name the eter­nall providence never fails to underprop with [Page 15] the lasting pillars of a nu­merous issue.

There is not halfe so much danger in the des­perate sword of a known foe, as in the smooth in­sinuations of a pretended friend.

Unwise is that man that will be either deje­cted or exalted with the frownes or smiles of va­rious fortune.

[Page 16] Mortalls must sub­scribe to whatsoever is writ in the adamantine tables of the eternall pro­vidence. Quic quid patimur venit ab alto. Seneca:

The greatest canker that can be to love, is the bosome nursing of a con­cealed grudge.

Reason at first produ­ceth opinion; but after­wards an ill received opi­nion may seduce the ve­ry [Page 17] soule of reason.

Strange is the nature of an ill opinion: it stands fast when it is once set, though grounded upon nothing. Miraculous is that water that scowres away the seeming dirt from the object of an ill conceit.

Let thy desires have the length and breadth of reason, & at length thou shalt have the breadth of thy desires.

[Page 18] That man is common­ly of a good nature, whose tongue is the true Herald to his thoughts.

A prejudicate opinion makes the judgement looke asquint, and the most injurious informer is an ill conceit, because it is ever ready to blemish the beauty of the best in­tended action.

In the clearest sunshine of faire prosperity, we are [Page 19] subject to the boystrous stormes of gloomie ad­versity.

He that alwayes ob­serves the censuring mur­mur of idle people, shall never let the suspected blush depart from his cheeke.

A malevolent mind is like a boystrous sea tum­bling in the swelling bil­lowes of indignation, till dire revenge sets it in a [Page 20] conceited liberty, and ne­ver till then is it lockt in the griping gins of soule tormenting captivity.

Devilish is that dispo­sition, which to wait an opportunity of revenge, will seeme, to rake up its malice in the cinders of oblivion; but when the time serves will not stick to give fire to the whole heap of its hell-bred mis­chiefe.

[Page 21] It is a prodigious thing to see a devilish dispositi­on put on a godly face, and loathed basenesse cloath'd with a scarfe of unstained purity.

The Suns eye never saw the man that lived not under the controu­ling hand of Fate.

Many gaze on the glo­rious out-side of a Prin­ces diadem, but few con­sider the tempestuous af­faires [Page 22] that doe environ it.

Hope of remedy, and continuance of griefe, should be both of one length: when hope of re­medy is past, grief should make an end.

Too much to lament a misery, is the next way to draw on a remedilesse mischiefe.

Bootlesse griefe hurts a mans selfe: but patience [Page 23] makes a jest of an injury.

Hee that is indebted to Grief, let him borrow of Patience, and he shall soone be out of debt.

Patience rides it out in the most boysterous stormes of adversity, and is armour of proofe a­gainst the thick flying bullets of the most mali­cious assaults.

Where the scale of [Page 24] sensuality waighs down that of reason, the basenes of our nature conducts us to most preposterous conclusions.

It is a madnesse to be much affected with va­nity: for though in youth we neither doe nor will consider it, yet in the end the winter of age comes, and with the besome of time sweeps away the summer of our youthfull follies.

Opinion is the sove­raigne mistresse, or rather the sole Midwife of ei­ther good or bad effects.

It is not fit for an [...] man though never so misera­ble [Page 26] to despair of his own future good hap: for ma­ny are the events that lie in the teeming wombe of Time.

Ill words bewray foule thoughts: but sweet behaviour is the in­dex of a vertuous mind. Praecipitis linguae comes est poenitentia.

Labour in good things is sweet in the issue; but [Page 27] pleasure in evill things turns to a torment.

Faire words without good deeds to a man in misery, are like a saddle of gold clapt upon the back of a gall'd horse.

A foolish man in wealth and authority, is like a weake timberd house with too pon­drous a roofe.

Heaven without earth [Page 28] is perfect but earth with­out heaven is but the porch of hell.

There are no riches like to the sweetnesse of content, nor no poverty comparable to the want of patience.

I have read of the Hart, that he weeps eve­ry yeare for the shedding of his head, though the loosing of the old be the way to make roome for a better:

[Page 29] So is it with worldlings, they weep to part with any thing here, though it be for never so great a treasure hereafter: though no lesse a matter than the eternall joyes of heaven crown the end of faith and good works, yet that, i, vende totum quod ha­bes, & redde pauperibus, is such a durus sermo, that it makes them block up their eares against the wisest Charmer.

[Page 30] The Hart likewise when he sees himself ta­ken by the hounds, or other devise, will shed teares, thinking thereby to intenerate the hearts of the hunters, and move them to pitty, or else because he sees himselfe irrecoverably catcht:

So every true penitent, whens hee sees himselfe overtaken by the wiles of Satan, should never stop his tears, till he sees [Page 31] his owne blessed recove­rie out of the clawes of the devill: for he that is on high, keeps our tears in his bottle, and though his tender mercy will not presse upon a broken heart, yet he is alwayes pleased to see a sorrow­full soule baptize himself in the trickling drops of repentant dew.

He that consults with his body for the saving of his soule, shall never [Page 32] bring it to heaven. If we hope to reape in joy, we must sow in teares.

He that stands up a­gainst the vices of great Ones, had need to be tre­ble guarded with Law, Friends, and Authority.

The longer we live, the more misery we en­dure: life is like a span forc'd frō a gouty hand, the more the hand is ex­tented, the more paine it suffers.

[Page 33] Supposed goodnesse, by the blab of time, will have her close basenesse set upon the scaffold of publique shame.

The fierce flash of too violent fire, soon burns out it selfe.

The old proverb saith, Faire and softly goes far: but he that spurs too fast, tires betimes.

It is a wise mans part [Page 34] in a case of extremity, with patience to swal­low down the bitter po­tion of indignity.

Harsh reproof is like a violent storme, soone washt down the chan­nell: but friendly admo­nitions, like a small showre, pierce deep, and bring forth better refor­mation.

A wise man will di­gest with patience the [Page 35] sad tidings of calamity, when a foole by grum­bling at a crosse, hurts himselfe.

Life is a continuall march towards the grave, and a dangerous sailing towards death through the bellowing waves of a troublesome world.

Within the very crown [Page 36] that adornes the sacred temples of a King, death hath his lurking den.

A willing mind is a­ble to steer a man against the streame of the stron­gest impediments.

Neither the shot of Ac­cidēt, nor dart of Chance, penetrates the impregna­ble [Page 37] walls of a resolved Patience.

Love, when his links are once crackt, turns to the so wrest and most dis­mall Hate.

Sordid manners in a comely feature are like black clouds in a faire sky. Outward perfection without inward good­nesse, sets but the blacker die upon the minds de­formity.

[Page 38] If the hand of Omni­potency should please to try us with all manner of affliction, to lock us in the griping gins of mise­ry, to steep us in the dregs of poverty, to rain down shame and defamation on our heads; we are to fly onely in this depth of extremity, to the safe san­ctuarie of faith & a good conscience, which turne the bitter waters of affli­ction into the sweet Ne­ctar of never dying com­fort.

[Page 39] Goodness with a smi­ling patience shakes off the dust that is throwne in the face of her despi­sed fortune.

Teares and smiles are not alwaies the badges of grief and patience.

There is no anger or sorow like to that which boyls with a constrained silence.

Thoughts tending to [Page 40] ambition, are alwayes wont to plot unlikely wonders.

It is the easiest thing in the world to be inve­ctive; and amongst all sorts of men, none are so quick at censuring as the ignorant: hee will still give the first lash, whilst himself is at the best but a lump of ignorance, a pretender to learning, & his head stuft full of no­thing but titles of books: [Page 41] for if hee be questioned beyond the Epistle De­dicatory, he is presently like an Aegyptian valley in the latter end of Iune.

From an immaculate Fountaine (by reason of an ill passage) may pro­ceed unwholesome and corrupt water.

A Tradesman had need to be a good hus­band; for it is somewhat a difficult task in these [Page 42] times, for a man with his nailes or bare hands to teare himselfe a passage through the flinty waies of this hard world.

I commend a man that will draw like a horse, but not him that wil car­ry every thing that is put upon him like an asse.

Sacred learning is Wis­domes prudent Queene; studied arts are degrees unto some wished ends, [Page 43] and steps whereby wee ascend the high top of our hopes and thoughts.

An ill beginning is commonly the prodigi­ous sign of a dismall end.

Anger makes the tongue bewray the most secret thoughts.

The top of honour is a narrow plot of ground, where if a man tread but one carelesse step, downe [Page 44] he tumbles into the jaws of ruine.

The darkest clouds of misery or affliction, can­not over-shadow the bright shining luster of a cleare conscience.

The onely way to wash off the guilt from a spotted conscience, is to lay open her bosome-crimes to the worlds broad eye.

[Page 45] Ill newes flyes with Eagles wings, but leaden waights are wont to clog the heeles of glad­some tidings.

Inconsiderate desires rashly fulfill'd, are able to set the world in an un­quenchable combusti­on.

He that wanders too farre into the wildernesse of this world, cannot when hee please creep [Page 46] back to the lodge of safe­ty.

It is not in the power of man when he please to tread the happy steps of heavenly repentance.

He that desires a good, and suspects his right to it, is bold and turbulent in the pursuit, whilst the man that's conscious to himselfe of good, rests happily content till time crowne with the guer­don [Page 47] of a patient expecta­tion.

Time, Patience, and Industry, are the three grand Masters of the world: they bring a man to the end of his desires, when a turbulent mur­mur oftentimes jerks him out of the way to his proposed ends.

The best complement is but a kind of a han­some foolerie; & crooch­ing [Page 48] feats are so far from testifying the hearts in­ward loyalty, that they carry in their front the li­neaments of flattery.

As it is a sorrowfull thing when a mans means is too low for his parts, so is it a preposte­rous sight to see a man whose mind is too big for his fortune.

There is not a more lamentable spectacle than [Page 49] to see a man of parts in misery, especially if the fault be not in himselfe: The worst sight in the world is a rich Dunce and a poore Schooller.

The more actions of depth are preconsidered, the worse sometimes they are performed.

The spurs of necessity are almost able to put a nimble spirit into the [Page 50] senslesse body of a dead stock.

It is Love that makes the Eternall Mercy to beare so much the foule crimes of transgressing humanity.

Sea, nor land, nor gates of brasse, are able to withstand the indefati­gable hand of a willing mind.

So violent is the beast­ly [Page 51] passion of inordinate lust, that it subjects a man to base thoughts, per­turbs his Spirit, and ne­ver leaves him till it hur­rie him headlong into the chambers of death.

Patience is the best Midwife to a disastrous misfortune.

Beauty is but a vaine thing, though nere so rich: for in the fairest woman it is but skin [Page 52] deep: under the skin there is no more than or­dinary.

If a man be not so happy as he desires, let this be his comfort, that he is not so wretched as he deserves.

The only reason why some men have not what they desire, is because their desires are not grounded upon reason.

[Page 53] It is better to be well deserving without praise, than to live by the aire of undeserved commenda­tion.

Happy is man that his time is but short, because it is miserable.

Happy are those mi­series that terminate in joy, happy those joyes that know no end, and happy is his joyfull end [Page 54] whose dissolution is e­ternall joy.

As he that climbes is in danger of falling, so is he that lies on the ground subject to be trampled on by every peasant: hee is in the happiest conditi­on, that moves in the middle region of the world, considering that as want is a misery, a­bundance is but a trou­ble. Medio tutissimus ibis. Ovid. Meta.

[Page 55] As Contemplation al­together without Action is idlenesse, so constant Action altogether with­out Contemplation is too bestiall.

Wise is that man that steres an even course be­twixt the Scylla & Cha­ribdis of this world, pro­digality and covetous­nesse; that on the one side will not lavishly con­sume Gods blessings, nor on the other side em­brace [Page 56] covetousnesse, knowing that riches at the best are but necessa­ry impediments.

As the smart of the wound is recompenced by the cure of the body, so the punishment of the body is sweetned by the health of the soule.

He that hath a friend, and sees him out of the way, and labours not by timely counsell to call [Page 57] back his wandring steps, renders himself unwor­thy of so rare a blessing.

He that snufs at friend­ly reprehension, and can better relish the oyle of flattery, makes himselfe the pittiful abstract of too late repenting folly.

Not to speake what a man knowes, is some­times discretion; but to speak, and not to know, is alwayes folly, some­times [Page 58] dishonesty. Audi, vide, tace, si tu vis vivere pace.

As it is more honour to teach thā to be taught, so it is lesse shame to learn than to be ignorant.

We should all follow the world, as a Serving­man followeth his Ma­ster and a stranger; whilst they goe together, he fol­lowes them both; but when the stranger leaves [Page 59] his Master, he leaves the stranger, and followeth his Master: So should we follow the world: as long as the world goes with God, wee should follow them both; but when the world leaves God, we should leave the world, and with prepa­red hearts follow our Master God.

[Page 60] As there is a misery in want, so there is a danger in excesse: a man may as soon die of a surfet, as of hunger.

It is good for a man to have praise when he de­serves it; but it is better to deserve praise when hee hath it.

Honour is like a Palace with a low door, into the which no man can enter but he must first stoop.

[Page 61] The staffe of mans comfort is Hope; which once broke, bids a finall farewell to the most sweetned cogitations.

The most lasting com­fort is this sweet compa­nion Hope; which once departed, makes poore man either desperately to plunge himselfe into the gulfe of horror and de­spaire, or with sighing tears to spend the remain­der of his pilgrimage in [Page 62] the mournfull valley of discontent.

God hath an infinite number both of sacred and secret wayes as well to punish as to pardon.

As the eye of Gods providence protects the just, so the bright raies of his divinity pierce the darke and secret caverns of the most hellish in­tendments. Our breasts & actions are as transpa­rent [Page 63] to his eye, as his De­crees are invisible to ours.

Though a plot of ma­lice be never so cunning­ly contrived, a twinkling of Gods eye is able both to detect and punish it.

He that sailes by the star of Vertue, shall in time land himselfe upon the shore of Honour.

Affections founded on Vertue, have happy ends; [Page 64] but built on lust and vice, begin pleasantly, but ter­minate in misery.

It is a base thing to e­rect Trophees of Honor to our selves upon the ru­ines of anothers reputati­on.

High time it is to flee vanity, whē the drum of age beats a quick march towards the silent grave.

It is for the most part but lost labour to bend a [Page 65] mans force against the streame of anothers affe­ctions.

Justice is the soule of a Common-wealth: for as a Body without a Soule soone stinks, and is noi­some; so a Common-wealth without Iustice, quickly turns to a lump of corruption.

There are certaine Springs, that when the Sun shineth hottest, they [Page 66] are coldest: at midnight when the Sunne is gone, they are then hottest:

So it is with Man, his zeal is coldest in the Sun­shine of prosperity; but in the gloomie dayes of dark adversity, begins to gather heat.

It is said of the Sea Ele­phant, that sometimes he will come ashore, and sleep amongst the rocks; where as soone as he is [Page 67] espyed, the people sur­round him with nets & gins to take him; which done, they awake him, who as soone as he is a­wake, leaps with a vio­lent rush, thinking to leap again into the Sea, but cannot.

So it is with those, who stragling out of the waies of piety, oftentimes fall asleep in sinne, which (when by death, or sick­nesse they are awakened) [Page 68] think presently to rush into heaven, or upon the instant to leap into the paths of Repentance, but then it is too late; for they are oftentimes catcht as surely, as suddenly; like the foole in the Gospell, that had laid up goods for many yeares.

We should tast world­ly pleasures running▪ like the Aegyptian dogs upon the banks of Nile; for as they, if they stand to drink [Page 69] long in a place, are in danger of that Serpent the Crocodile; so are those that stay to take full draughts of worldly pleasures, in danger of that serpent the Devill.

It is a bootlesse thing to indevour the reforma­tion or conversion of a perverse man: there is no medling with him that loves to be transported with the streame of his owne opinions.

[Page 70] Heaven is the admired instrument of the glori­ous God; by the influence whereof he rules and go­vernes the great masse of this corruptible world.

It is said of those quag­mires of honey, which some say to be in Musco­via, that there are gins & snares set about them, by which the Beare (which out of a love to the hony frequenteth those places) is oftentimes catcht, and [Page 71] thereby constrained to forfeit his life, by pleasing the curiosity of his taste.

The sweetnesse of sin is the death of the soule. The pleasures of sin carry a faire shew; but as the shadow of the richest co­lour, yea of scarlet it selfe is alwaies black; so be the colours of sin nere so glo­rious, its shadow is black and hellish; though in taste it be wondrous plea­sant, [Page 72] yet in digestion it is bitter as wormwood: the deadly Arsenicke of the soul, and the bane of all our happinesse, against which no Antidote pre­vailes, but the precious bloud of the Immaculate Lamb Christ Iesus.

It is not good to be al­wayes busied in the toil­some shop of Action; that man hath but an earthly soul, which mau­gre the importunity of [Page 73] the greatest businesse, wil not sometimes sequester himselfe into the with­drawing chamber of Meditation.

Credulity is oftentimes the dreame of fooles, the drunkards ape, and the blind nurse of dangerous security.

Bonaventure tels us, that the damned shall weep more teares in hell, than there is water in the sea; [Page 74] because the water of the sea is finite, but the teares shall be wept in hell are infinite, never ceasing as long as God is God.

Men are not rich or poore according to what they possesse, but to what they desire; the onely rich man is he that with con­tent enjoys a competēcie.

[Page 75] Miserable is he that chooseth a wife either for by or base respects; but happy is that mariage when the soule is matcht as well as the body.

Wise is he that shapes his expēces by his means, and cuts the wings of his desires in pleasure, that they mount not above the flight of his fortunes.

Nothing more unsati­able than mens desires; [Page 76] he that is poor would be rich, he that is rich would be a gentleman, a gentle­man would be a noble­man, a noble man would be a King, a King would be the Monarch of the world, and he that was so, wept, because there was no more to conquer.

It is not want makes men poore, nor abun­dance renders them rich; [Page 77] the rich man may say of himselfe, as Narcissus said when he saw his owne beauty in the water, which made him fall in love with himselfe,

As there are no better rules than good exam­ples, so there is nothing more pernitiously dange­rous than bad.

It is good for a man to be industrious in his youth, and to know that if by honest labour hee accomplish any good thing, the labour is soon past, but the good re­maines to his comfort; and if for his pleasure he doe any thing that is ill, the pleasure is gone in a moment, but the evill re­maines to his torment▪

The strongest argu­ment of a wise man is to be a good husband of his time; for amongst all the things that God created, there is nothing more precious

Lent is a time of fast­ing; [Page 80] but the soules great festivall: for the pampe­ring of the body is the starving of the soule; and when we macerate the body, we make the soule a feast: if depressio carnis leade not the way, elevatio mentis will never move.

There is a creature, saith Plinie, in the North parts of Sweden called a Ierfe, of so ravenous and devouring a nature, that though his belly be nere [Page 81] so full, he is not satisfied; he will eate till by his ful­nesse he is scarce able to goe, and then run to the trees that grow neare to­gether, and there by for­cing his body through, disgorgeth himselfe, pur­posely to repaire his sto­mack for a fresh prey: those that are minded to take him, throw a carkas in his way, and then ob­serve the trees that he runs to when he is full, when they once perceive him [Page 82] fast betwixt the trees, they run to him, and kill him.

So it fares with those that never think of any thing but how to please their senses, which the devill observing, throws divers temptations be­fore their eyes, which they never suspecting are oftentimes confounded in the very act of sin.

Of all other things ne­cessity [Page 83] hath the largest pa­tent: maugre the greatest commands, necessity wil first be observed.

To husband well a small talent is the onely way to mount a low for­tune.

To be too full of com­plement is ridiculous: to be altogether without it, rusticity.

Of all conditions the most lamentable is that [Page 84] of ignorance: an ignorant man is like one of those that live directly under the North or South Pole, with whom it is alwaies night.

The onely way to be rid of a domineering vice, is to avoid all occa­sions thereto tending.

Prosperity cast at the feet of the wicked, is like a rich carpet cast over the mouth of a bottomlesse [Page 85] pit, which allures the feet of the ungodly, along the path of security, into that bottomlesse tophet of e­ternall misery.

A ruinous end attends a riotous life. Well were it for the drunkard, as he hath liv'd like a beast, if he could so die.

If the world did but truely consider that there is a Tophet prepared for the wicked, it would ra­ther [Page 86] run mad through feare and despaire, than thus wallow in dreadful security.

The rich may offend more for want of chari­ty, than the poore in stea­ling things necessary.

He that rectifies a croo­ked stick, bends it the contrary way; so must he that would reforme a vice, learne to affect its meere contrary, and in [Page 87] time hee shall see the springing blossomes of a happy reformation.

It is dangerous in ho­ly things to make Rea­son the touchstone: hee that disputeth too much with God about things not revealed, all the honour he gets, is but to goe to hell more learned­ly than the rest. It is good to be pius pulsator, for then the more importu­nate, the more pleasing; [Page 88] but a temerarius scrutator may be more bold than welcome.

He that would hit the mark he aimes at, must wink with one eye: Hea­ven is the mark, he that would hit it, must wink with the eye of Reason, that hee may see better with that of Faith.

Action is the crown of Vertue, Perseverance the crown of Action, Suffe­rance [Page 89] the crown of Per­severance, a good cause the crown of Sufferance, and a crown of Glory the crowne of a good cause. Esto fidelis usque ad mortem, & dabo tibi co­ronam vitae.