A commentary or, exposition upon the divine second epistle general, writtenA commentary or, exposition vpon the diuine second epistle generall, written

there is another swift perdition. The ordinance charged with that salt mineral, makes quick destruction: it bruiseth and quasheth to pieces before it gives the •• port, and therein is truly sudden Innumerable lives have fallen by this engine; a thing that can send the errand of death a great way off. I know not to what to compare it, unless to the pestilence that killeth a far off, Ezek. 6.12. Gunpowder […] invention of a Monk, of a devil, the daughter of salt and sulphur, the mother of deaths nimblest children; nothing maketh a quicker end.

there is another swift perdition. The ordinance charged with that salt minerall, makes quicke destruction: it bruiseth and quasheth to pieces before it gives the •• port, and therein is truely suddaine Innumerable lives have fallen by this engine; a thing that can send the errand of death a great way off. I know not to what to compare it, unlesse to the pestilence that killeth a farre off, Ezek. 6.12. Gunpowder 〈…〉 invention of a Monke, of a divell, the daughter of salt and sulphure, the mother of deaths nimblest children; nothing maketh a quicker end.

The fifth of November puts us in mind of this fatal destruction; intended by the malice of men, but prevented by the mercy of God. Those smoky locusts […] prepared and furnished a black pit, the very image of hell; and had resolved o• that desperate cry, Incendium extinguatur ruinâ: they had devised communem reg••, a common bonfire, an universal combustion, both of mortal men and immortal monuments; Churches, Charters, and Records of antiquity. Bloody Priests that would have offered a whole burnt sacrifice, and made our sons and daughters pae through the fire, an oblation to their Moloch of Rome. Think country men, and let it never die in your memories, whiles the mercy of God may find a room in your hearts: consider a swift destruction; never was example of so facinorous an e terprise, the Primum genus of all sin, a crying, a roaring, a thundering sin, as our Sovereign truly termed it: a sin not only of blood, but of fire, fire mingled with brimstone, such as the attempters (without extraordinary mercy) now feel in hell. Ask from East to West, from one Pole to the other; search all records under heaven, if ever there was the like. Their vault was a penuary and store house of destruction; against us in the intent, against themselves in the event. Let us say as those four Lepers,