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Two Hebrews crown'd, he killd one heathuish king, His thousands Saul, ten thousands David killd; # reverent iudge who purchas'd true respect ; This envi'd praise with honour bred him barme: He all the people did together bring,

Saul's troubled brest such jealous fancies fill'd, And boldly ask'd what person could object, That man whose musick did his dæmon charme, Whose oxe or asse he tooke, or any thing

His blood (oft ventred) greedie to have spilld, For doing wrong, or justice to neglect;

As for some conquest did great numbers arme: A glorious challenge, and a vaunt not vaine, And thought his state could in no safety prove, To brave a state, as free from any staine.

Whilst such a gallant kept his people's love. Now marke I one, th’ Earth bred no other such,

By madnesse fain'd forc'd to delude bis foes, For temperance, patience, charitie, and love,

He whom his merits onely did betray,
Whom God did praise, till Satan envied much,

In wildernesses farre from all repose,
And thus did tempt, that he this gold might prove; Yet twice to him God did his king expose,

Was like a partridge bunted for a prey :
Thou kept'st him so that none his state could touch,
This hireling's heart thy gifts doe onely move;

And he discharg'd that any him should slay; Let him but taste of ruine and disgrace,

Thus of his raigne bent to abide the time,

He for a crowne would not commit a crime. And he will straight blaspheme thee to thy face.

Yea, when the tyrant (tumbled from his seat) His children feasting whilst he pensive stands,

By his owne hand (defrauding foes) was slaine, What strange ill pewes straight all at once arrived ? He caus'd him dye who did the news relate, Whilst th' asses fed, the oxen plow'd thy lands,

His death to haste though vaunting but in vaine; Sabæaus hence them violently drived;

And having heard the ruine of his state, Rob'd are thy camels by Chaldean bands, (prived; He (straight made tender) could not teares restraine: Thy sheepe of life Aames (sent from Heaven) de But us'd such griefe that it no pen can paint, Thy sonnes are smothered by a house's fall,

As witnesse may his passionate complaint. Save wee who speake, kill'd are thy servants all.

A king, a prophet, valorous, devout, When passion first prevail'd (as one forlorne) That man to God's owne heart, choice of a land, Their course impetuous did him so confound, (None perfect here) him faults, even foule, did blot, With bead all spoild of haires, anıl garments torne, And where he fell, let no man bragge to stand, He worship'd God (fall'n groveling on the ground) By tempting beauty fondly made to dote, Then said, “ As by my dame first naked borne,

He act'd adultery, murther did command: So naked last, dust must my body bound;

And all his subjects caus'd to count (though dast) The Lord did give, the Lord doth take againe, As proud of numbers in his strength to trust. Blest be his name; I grieve, but not complaine."

Though these his faults repentance bad defraid, With soares growne loathsome,of all wretches chiefe, The plague for them troupes did from breath seBy friends quite left, by servants not obey'd,

clude, “ Curse God and die" (as desperate of reliefe) His concubines dehowrd, bis force decay'd, His wife first cri'd, that had from duty strai'd; Chas'd by his soune, he in great danger stood; Who came to comfort, did augment his griefe, And was from building of the temple stai’d, And thought those plagues his wickednesse bewrai'd, As one whose hands polluted were with bloud: Till charg'd with anguish grudging at the rod, Last (fail'd, ere old) he left a bloudy will, He (to debate his cause) durst chalenge God. That who himselfe bad spar'd, his sonne should kill. By golden speeches (with much power) expressid, There walks with him one link'd in love below, How short a time man wrapt in woes did live; From which not syre, nor state, his thoughts could Last humbling him till he his fault confess'd,

bring, The Lord did speake, as cited there to strive, A friendship such what fabulous penne can show? Who check'd his friends for having truth trans- In him save God it weigh'd downe every thing : gress'd,

He with one man an army did ore-ihrow, And for his cause would only them forgive; Both borne, and worthy, to have beene a king: His riches doubled, multipli'd his race,

But farre more great, he (never faulty trid) Both old, and happie, Iob did die in peace. Whil'st bravely fighting, for his countrey dy'd. What stately troope doth dazell so my sight, He, when his wish was offred from above, As for their worth, so in their number rare? Who not (like Midas) basely gap'd for gold, Those all are kings, as walking in God's liglit, Nor yet (like Paris) urg'd a ladies love, Who kept his law with a religious care,

But wish'd for wisedome, judgement's height to bold, And brave lieutenants did his battels fight, Which first two dames about one childe did prove, Yea, highly griev'd, when falne in any snare; Whil'st who was muther kindnesse did unfold; They now have gain’d (all weakenesses laid downe) Of plants each vertue whether good or naught, A boundlesse kingdome, an eternall crowne. He from the cedar to the thistle taught. He whome the Lord to be a king design'd, But whil'st by riches riotously led, A shepheard boy (whilst reckning all his brood) And lull'd asleep with pleasures of this life, Whom his owne father scarce could call to mind, He Pharoah's faults did with his daughter wed, Usd (as a drudge) to beare his brother's food, And entertain'd the idoll of each wife; He (whilst at his high sprite the rest repin'd) But last he was (when fulnesse loathing bred) Did seale his valour with a giant's blood :

With all the world (as vanity) at strife, And for his love expos'd to dangerous toiles, And of all states he did the height attaine, In dowry gave two hundred Pagans' spoiles. A foole, a wise man, holy, and propbane,

There one who idols highly still abhorr'd,

By death made happie to prevent disgrace, And their confusion in such manner wrought, None else should have a grave of all their race. That he bis mother when she one ador'd, Of state depriv'd, and to live private brought; That man of God whom God did earst imploy, And yet (afraid) he Aram's help implor'd, To bragge the altar, for a signe all torne, And (when diseasd) pot God, but physick sought; | Who nam'd the man who should it quite destroy, Yet bravely broke the Ethiopian bands,

Though after that for many yeares not borne; And here by God rank'd with good princes stands. And that old prophet would him still convoy,

Whose cosening kindnesse did his calling scorne: His sonne succeeds, a king by goodnesse great,

He freely ly'd, truth did of force preferre, As just, religious, generally belov'd,

His doome denouncing whom he made to erre. Yet joyn'd with Achab, one whom God did hate, And by the prophet had his fault reprov'd, But when huge armies came to raze his state,

When lying sprits had Achab's trust deceiv'd, His ardent zeale the Lord of hosts so mov'd :

To tempt him forth for ruine and disgrace, That (as spectatour) he in safety stood,

One truly told (as if at hand perceiv'd) Till all his enemies were ore-flow'd with bloud. As shepheardlesse how Israel left their place,

The king enrag'd (as sure he should be sav’d) Now happie he who did all ill detest,

Cri’d, “ Keep him fast, till I returne in peace.” And godly, vertuous, singular, excell'd,

“ If thou return’st in peace from mischiefe free," Not like his father, striving to be priest,

The prophet said, "then God speaks not by me." Who from the temple leprous was expell’d, But building towns, and stately works, at rest, Who clos'd the clouds, (of drought an ominous To pay himn tribute strangers were compellid,

threat) “ Thus prosper they who do what God directs; And (fed by ravens) wonderfully liv'd, No danger dare approach where he protects.” Who did (by spending) multiply her meat,

Whose breathlesse sonne he straight, when dead, When Ashur's captaine swolne with pride blas

reviv'd; phem'd,

Flames swallow'd floods to show what God was great, And durst our God with Gentiles' gods compare, Which Baal's priests to follow fondly striv'd; He who (that score then ruine worse esteem'd) But all by him were as abuses slaine, (When thus distress'd) did to his strength repaire; Who for their idoll strugled had in vaine. Who oft from anguish bath his owne redeem'd, And then himselfe a party did declare:

By angels fed, for forty dayes to fast, The Jews miraculously were freed from toils,

He reach'd mount Horeb, held for sacred ground, An angell fought, they came to take the spoiles.

Where first windes roar'd, next gaping earthquakes

past, By sicknesse charg'd to leave this lodge of clay,

Then flames of fire his daz'led sight did bound, (This life so sweet, death is so bitter thought)

A murmor soft and quiet calme came last, With teares and sigbs he humbly begg'd to stay,

From which God spoke, as who his friend had found: And had a lease of yeares too dearly bought:

And straight he told in spite of tyrant's bosts, Sinne took advantage of this long delay,

How jealously he lov'd the Lord of hosts.
And where not tax'd before, he folly wrought :
By vaunted treasures foolishly spread forth,
To make a prince enamour'd of their worth. By bands of fiftie for his ruine sought,

Fire at his call from Heaven them twice did kill, The last of those who fortunately raign'd,

Till that to him unarm'd, who never fought, Is he for first whom many would preferre,

A captaine with his troupes did yeeld, at will; The law restor'd, all read what it contain'd,

His cloake (as did the arke) a wonder wrought, Wbo by his teares God's judgement did deferre,

When parted lordan, till he past, stood still; By dead men's hones the heathenish altar stain'd,

He in his chariot did in state retire, He still liv'd well, did onely (dying) erre:

(As crown'd with glory) flashing flames of fire. Whil'st without cause he needs would go to fight, And by his losse did cloud all luda's light.

He who this great man's gift redoubled got,

A childe procur'd, and even when dead did cure, By God anointed comes another sort,

Made leprous Naman free from any spot, His great familiars, trusted with his will,

And, in his place, his greedy man impure; When sent to promise, threaten, or exhort, Made weighty iron above the water flot, Whom heavenly thoughts with sacred ragedid fill; | And when Samaria famine did endure, One David's doome did from himselfe extort, Did show that plenty should it soone releeve, Who, even when doing, yet was damning ill: But he first dye, who would it not beleeve. Whil'st to a king, from God, he (wisely bold) His stormy message figuratively told.

The Syrians counsell told to Israel's king, That Shilonite who (as from Heaven advis'd)

That host in armes which bent to take him stood, To leroboam prophesy'd a crowne, [guisd) He (quite made blinde) amidst their foes did bring, And told his wife, (soone knowne though

com'd dis- Yet would not harme them, no, but gave them food; Since falne from God, (all dignity put downe)

Thus whil'st alive, well did he every thing, That (all their off-spring plagued and despis’d) And (even whil'st dying) alwayes doing good : Her sonne should die, straight when she

touch'd the By homely signes he did to loash show,

How Aram's army he should thrice ore-throw,

towņe:

That sonne of Amos here much grac'd I spie, All melodie by misery ore-come,
Whose princely birth all parts conforme approve, On trembling willows harps were hanging dumbe.
His threatnings thunder, comforts flowing flie;
This may sinke downe, that ravish up above, Even then whilst thus all did for Sion mourde,
No Greeke, nor Romane penne, could soare so high; Their scattred remnant recollect'd with paine,
His speech (all power) may admiration move:

Three at three times to luda did returne,
Whilst lifting up all them in God who trust, The sacred vessels bearing back againe,
And levelling proud nations with the dust.

And for God's glory with such zeale did burue,

That though oft bindred, and neare to be slaine : When God in wrath abandon'd bad his owne, (Their ruin'd temple with great toile restord) Who not prevented, no, did ruine haste,

They kept the law, what was prophane abhorrid This man bath oft by sacred vision showne, That straying Gentiles should be callid at last ; Of Christ to come as cleare a witnesse knowne,

Long after borne I see with them before,

That valorous widow who did free her torne, As were apostles proving what was past: T'wixt him and them this sympathie is found,

By beauty arm'd, which purpos'd to decore, That martyrdome(the Christian badge)both crown'd. (Though rich in robes) her modestie did crowne,

No wretch, nor lavish, must'ring Nature's store,

To brave an army vent'ring in a gowne: He who long mourn'd (as but to anguish borne,

She kill'd a captaine even amidst his host, Still passionate) with elegiack straines,

And triumph'd had ere foes could know they lost. For luda's bondage, haughty Babel's scorne, The which (whil'st free) he oft as captive plains ; For this by him upbraiding yokes were borne,

To robeing eyes in ambush for delight, Still persecuted, yet despising paines :

(Her dainty treasures by strange fate betray'd) He long was kept his prophesy to stay,

The cheeks turn'd red, to see the rest so white, In dungeons darke, a stranger to the day.

Which (even when naked) shamefastnesse arrai'd,

Now pale for feare, and straight enflam'd for spite, When Abraham's off-spring were transported all,

Both beautie's colours interchanging straid: And what they would not trust, did feeling see,

Lo, one who lov'd true honour more then fame, Their daunted courage labouring to recall,

A reall goodnesse, not a studied name. He who them told what God did then decree, And that they should but for a time be thrall, She who for fairenesse choice of all her kinde, As confident as if they had beene free,

Was made an empresse, yet how rare a thing! Did build their temple, painting every part, Though faire of face, was farre more faire in As it at first was drawn within his heart.

minde;

This did please God, that did but please a king, He who declar'd (interpreting his dreame)

She when her race for ruine was design'd, To Ashur's monarch, monarchs aim'd for great; Them free from harme in greater grace did bring: Whom straight for this he did a prince proclaime, And with her uncle was for good reserv'd. Yet in short space, what height of partiall hate! He Persia's prince, she all the lews preserv'd. A burning fornace (roaring forth a flame) Of him and his two friends became the seat, When heathnish tyrants, insolently ill, Till them an angel freed from fire's vast pow'r, (What sacred was, made to confusion thrall) And who attended them did soone devoure.

Even on God's altar beasts uncleane would kin,

Abhomination desolating all; Thus highly grac'd, and by this wonder knowne, Then, for their law some troupes were constant still, (Base envy onely mischiefe can asswage)

And (suffring freely) did with courage fall : To lyons fierce he for a prey was throwne

A reverent ancient by strange tortures try'd, Which touch'd not him, yet rent his foes in rage; And with seven sonnes a woman martyr dy'd. By strange descriptions mystically showne, He figur'd forth the state of every age,

At Modin first a worthie man did rise, Yet did not know what he himselfe did teach,

And straight kill'd one who striv'd to be proNo wonder then though it no other reach.

phane,

His sonnes all arm'd, the Pagans did despise, A number more fill up this happy band,

And three of them did endlesse glory gaine, Who did their message faithfully performe, Who oft took towpes, foild hosts, did troups surAnd scorning danger, resolutely staud,

prise, When raging tyrants at the truth would storme; Yet were at last unfortunately slaine : They as if signets in their master's hand,

One bravely fighting, did last wounds imbrace, Gave true impressions, keeping still one forme: And two by friends betrai'd in time of peace. Not fearing paine, nor prizing pleasure ought, Since onely God, and not themselves they sought.

With those else nam'd here stands a number more,

Well knowne to God, though not to fame, nor mee, When captiv'd lews confus'aly forth did presse, Who lov'd his prophets, and did him adore, Though once for state distinguish'd all in ranks, Though still devout, from superstition free, By bondage equall'd, fellows in distresse,

Of their redemption confident before, A rigorous marshall meriting no thanks,

By faith (as com’d) who did their Saviour see: Whilst swelling breasts did strugling words represse, Dark figures then just reckonings did contrive, Teares turn'd to flouds, they melted on the banks: The law did damne, grace onely doth forgive.

THE WINTH HOURE.

This great ambassadour whom God did send,
DOOMES-DAY;

Still taxing sinne, with wickedresse at strife,
A tyrant fierce admonish'd to amend,

Who slept in incest with his brother's wife;
OR,

What bloody gift to gratifie a friend ?
THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORD'S IVDGEMENT, (Too prodigall of such a pretious life)

He with his head vaine foolery did defray,
A wanton's wage, a doting dancer's prey.
Those three judg'd wise whom nought from Christ

could barre,

Though strangely guided, yet to trauell bold,
THE ARGUMENT

When having found him whom they sought so farre,
Christ's great fore-runner by him pris'd so much, Did frankely offer incense, myrrhe, and gold;
And those who his familiars were below,'

His birth (enrich'd with raies) a baming starre, Tb' evangelists, apostles, and all such

His death the Sunne (all wrapt in darkenesse) told: As did him in the flesh when mortall know : But Sunne and Moone bare ciphers (reckning right) Then those who freely did their faith avouch, And starres turn'd figures cannot count his light, And for the truth true constancy did show : The churche's fathers, and the martyrs all,

He who by him, whom nought save faith confines, Glad stand they here, who for Christ's cause did fall. Had beene secur'd ere death his Lord to see,

When in the temple knowne by sprituall signes,
Did thus burst forth, glad in a high degree,
“ The Gentiles' light, and Israel's glory shines,

Salvation comes to all who seeke it free:
The world at first against all good obdur'd,
That sacred statutes might men's

judgements sway, Lord let thy servant now depart in peace.”

Since thus thou hast perform'd the promis'd grace, By wonders mor'd, by benefits allur'd,

Their temporall treasures prosp'ring every way; There comes that captaine (marching with the rest) : By covenant who followed God secur'd,

Who did beleeve, ere granted, well assurd, • He, even whilst here, their service did defray,

(His house held base to lodge so great a guest) As by the ancients evident appeares,

That by Christ's words his servant should be cur'd; With plenty, peace, posterity, and yeares. Then she (when check’d) who did for crummes

contest, Bat when glad tidings went divulging grace, And euen with dogs to be compar'd endur'd : And show the ground where soules should reape Thus some (though Gentiles) have so happie beeno, their good,

That with the lewes no faith like theirs was seene. Those who the truth with ardour did imbrace, And (it defending) resolutely stood,

That Israelite in whom no guile was founde, Still toss'd with toiles, and in the world's disgrace, Whose minde still pure from stormy waves was free; Scarce hosting rest, till purchas'd by their blood : He (lest that thronging troupes his sight should They were so oft expos'd to scorne, and losse,

bound) That Christians long were knowne but by their crosse. To looke on Christ who mounted on a tree;

The devills expell’d, who were diseas'd, made sound, Such (whilst transported with a sprituall ioy) Earst wonder's obiects, numbers happie be, Contemplating their happinesse above,

First from short paines, from endlesse last securd,
(What Earth could give, all but esteem'd a toy) Whose soules and bodies both at once were cur’d.
Were ravish'd up to court their Maker's love,
Those paines which oft this mortall masse annoy,

Haile, happie Mary! virgin great in grace,
Contentment gave, by hasting their remove : Thy sexe's glory, the Eternall's love!
And here by them no pleasure was imbrac’d,

Whom high affection freely did imbrace,
Save when for God by some great suff'ring grac'a. By sacred flames ore-shadow'd from above;

Not bodie's forme, nor colour of a face, Loe, he whose voice vaste desarts made rebound, To make this match did the Almighty move: In sprite Elias, and in like estate ;

Her portion was an humble modest minde, All cloth'd with haire, his loines a girdle bound; For which the Lord a state in Heaven design'd. With locusts joyn'd wilde hony serv'd for meat,

But how the deity could be joyn'd with dust, He (as Christ's trumpet) ere he came did sound,

Some curious brains (weake reason's captives) scan: Repent, prepare, of men no man more great;"

Not like fain'd love in flames enflam'd with lust, Yet did he judge himselfe (farre short indeed)

Nor in a dove, as he came in a swan; Too base to serve who after should succeed.

Who would be sav'd must absolutely trust,

No male enjoy'd, a mayd brought forth a man: He, humbly modest, (as too much esteem'd)

If by God's word cold earth did life receive,
When baptisme's fountaine baptisme came to crave,
Since but a simner, and to be redeemid,

A woman by his sprite might soone conceive. That which was sought, wish'd rather to receave;

What wonders rare do now enrich my ryme!. Heavens (opening straight) to crave attendance still mayd, though mother, free from mortall seed, seem'd,

Wive's childe, not husband's, and yet not her cryme, From whence a voice this testimony gave; Bigge by himselfe, who did her Maker breed; (Whilst like a dove the sprite vpon him seaz'd) Eternity was limited by time;

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How highly, Mary, shouldst thou be esteem'd, He girt himselfe when yong in freedome still,
Since Evah's fault was by thy birth redeem'd ? But when grown old, was girt against his will.
More then all women blessed in thy bloud, That disciple stil'd by his master's love,
Thou first for him, he for us all did smart, By speaking signes whom silent Peter pray'd,
Who borrow'd milk, but pay'd for it his bloud, As one whose credit more then bis could move,
And what thon hadst was his, not thy desart, To learne by whom the Lord should be betray'd,
Who with the rest of death in danger stood,

Whose bosome did so oft his pillow prove,
Whilst from his crosse he did these words impart: Who many thought till Christ return'd had stayd:
“ Look, woman, on thy sunne:" then might'st thou These words for him might great regard have wonne;
How he (a lambe) was offred up for thee. (see, Man, see thy mother; woman, see thy Sonne."
She who, long childiesse, last conceiv'd a sonne, Though Christ disprov'd their foolish strife for state,
As first an angell did to her divine,

If oddes there were, I this man chiefe would call, Still till the time that thrise three times were runne, Whose life so long, whose troubles were so great, Whose husband's dumbenesse prov'd a certaine signe, Two persecutions seene, and Sion's fall; Her to salute when Mary had begun,

This eagle's flight no brightnesse could abate, The babe for joy her wombe could scarce confine: Whose ravish'd thoughts have comprehended all: Whose mother prais’d the blessed virgin's state, His gospell clearely showes things that were past, As by her birth who did indeed grow great. His revelation what should come at last. I see those sisters shining in this ranke, [dead, There he who first incredulous was found, Whose brother Christ first wail'd, then rais'd when Else could not trust what he desir'd so much, But chiefly she who circumspectly franke, Still wanting faith till he had try'd the wound, A precious oyntment pour'd upon his head; To see too curious, grosse when be did touch: Though others grudg'd, Christ her for this did thank, Yet last, the truth did to farre Indians sound, And it for ever memorable made:

This fault to helpe his fervent zeale was such : Then unto her as one before beld deare,

Thus having seene and felt, beleeve he must, (Pale death dispatch'd) did at the first appeare. But happy those who never saw, yet trust. Thrice glorious twelve whose parts no tongue can tell, That eunuch who could reade, but not conceive, As his companions by our Lord imbrac'd,

Till Christ's apostle tanght to him a space, To binde, and loose, with power of Heaven and Hell, Who as he strangely came, so did him leare, (Still working wonders wonderfully grac'd) In Nature lesse, made more then man by grace; With whom the Holy Ghost did come to dwell, He whom his chariot then daigo'd to receive, Who now with Christ to judge the world are plac'd : Whil'st running by, as worthy of no place, You by your suffrings conquer'd have farre more, Rais'd now above bimselfe with reverence seene, Then all men else, by acts, since, or before. Perchance shall judge his Ethiopian queene. True grounds neglect'd, the doting vulgar throng, Those barbarous lewes, O how they suffer must! To servile meanes do so ascribe events,

When seeing him exalted in their sight, The gospell planting, that to scape such wrong, Whom (though as singular entitled just) God us'd none great in power, nor rich in rents, They hurl'd downe head-longs from a temple's But simple trades-men, neither learn'd, nor strong, height, Brought up in fishing, or in making tents,

Then crush'd his braines, when wallowing in the dust,
That thus all might their heavenly message know, As so to quench their citie's second light,
The which to earthly helps would nothing owe. Who of their church rul'd the converted state,
He who did first great faith in Christ display,

The first of bishops, both in time and seat.
Which flesh nor bloud could not to him impart, He for whose cause two good men jarr'd in will,
Commended thus, commanded straight away, Since falling once, not fit to suffer thought,
As turn'd a tempter taught by Satan's art, Yet (never after tax’d) stood constant still,
Whose speech did tend salvation's course to stay, And was by Venice for her patron sought;
Then ludas worse in words, though true in heart : That rare physitian, whose celestiall skill
His pitie cruell, milde the traitor's spite;

Cur'd wounded soules by balme from luda brought : This hasted grace, that would have barr'd it quite. Those two, whose peones seem'd drawne from angel's

Did write two registers of sacred things. (wings, Still of that minde to figlit at last he aym'd, And rashly did cut one of Malchus' eares; But what rare person doth pursue my sight, But, loe, this lyon by a cock was tam'd; [feares, Whom Christ of purpose came againe to call? This bragger straight a mayd ore-whelm'd with Who straight grew blinde whil'st looking on the light, So that remorsefull, angry, and asham'd,

And rose more strong when bruised by a fall, He would have hid his face with flouds of teares : Though none of the first twelve each way as bright, Yet, even when weeping, with more strength was He travell’d, acted, suffred more then all : stor'd,

This wondrous change, what weight of words can Then when he walk'd on waves, or drew his sword. A persecutor first, and then a saint. [paint ? Though shaken like a reed, at length a rocke, His speech, more powerfull then could flow from art, In spite of tempests he was constant found, Where eloquence the greatest glory had, Whom jealously Christ trusted with his flocke, Caus'd learn'd philosophers, amaz'd, to start, Who thrise deny'd him, thrise by promise bound; (Their God unknowne best knowne, the rest prov'd Yet of the church (though once a stumbling block) Made Felix quake, Agrippa neere convert, [bad) A speciall pillar, not the onely ground:

Till foolish Festus thought he had beene mad;

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