I Doe not come about with my small ta­per to set forth the glory of our mid­day Sun: It were high folly in me, if I did strive to add more lustre to you our Star new risen from the East. I come, and I may boldly say, all good people come, to powre forth their glad hearts at your ap­proaching. You cannot but know, and I cannot but speak, the dark mists of misery we a long time have been wrapt in: night spread her wings over us, and would have [Page 2] soone suffocated the life wee enjoyed, had not your Name, before your Presence, like the day-break, shined in our hearts, and ex­pelled those mists that dwelt upon us. Our past sorrowes doe not a little contribute to the activity of our joyes, that our Lord shines here: griefe and sorrow have not la­sted for an age; and though Nocte pluit tota (yet) redeunt spectacula manè: sorrow lasteth for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. I need not speak the hearts of Israel, my Lord sees and reads them in their faces: they dare boldly adventure to passe over Scylla, or Charibdis, or enter into the Cyclops cave, having you, their Joshua, to march on before them: and not onely the mighty men of valour love and admire you, but also as my Lord seeth, the great affecti­on of the whole people is bent on you, as well here, as in that great City, the Phenix of the world, from whence you came, now bur­ning in the flames of her affection towards you. From you all joyntly look for safety, well-being, nay being it selfe. You are the Planet that must give life unto us by your sweet influence. Suffer not those Comets to reigne over us that threaten to powre forth their malignity into all our quarters, from whom save us, or we perish. Pardon what danger our feares make, it is not in any [Page 3] distrust to our Lord. But least I seeme to others to forget what most ought to be in­tended here, and they say to me,

Then let not my Lord be angry if I add one word:

And I, though the meanest and worst of all the Prophets (yet no false one) doe bid my Lord go forth and prosper.