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

But now where is this truth? I will tell you an apologue: four friends parting enquired where they should find one another again: the water, the fire, the wind, and truth. Fire said, you shall be sure to find me in a flint stone: Water said, you shall be sure to find me in the root of a bulrush: Wind said, you shall be sure to find me amongst the leaves: but poor Truth could not appoint no certain place of meeting: for Terras Astraea reliquit, no place for truth, what say you to Westminster Hall? indeed there is room enough, but small room for truth. What say you to the exchange? there be fair walks, but they may exchange away truth. Where is she then, in your shops? that were strange to find truth in shops. Is she then in the Courts? we behold there always Sedem veritatis, the seat of truth; but not always veritatem sedentis, truth in him that supplies that place. Perhaps she lurks in the Colleges of the Jesuits: Oh no, when the truth offered to come thither, equivocation repelled her. She could never abide their main Principles; Jura, perjura, secretum prodere noli: swear and forswear, rather than tell truth. Wha• is she in Scrinio pectoris Papalis, in the Popes breast, that we should run to Rome for her? no Antichrist cannot be a friend to truth. Is she not ferried over to Amsterdam? no, truth will never follow those that run away from the Church. You ⟨p. 70⟩would wonder to find her in a Courtier, in a Politician; whose element and position is, Qui nescit dissimulare, nescit vivere: he that knows not how to dissemble, knows not how to live. Or in a country mans budget, shut up with snaphance: no, you shall have as much deceit under russet, as under velvet, though a little more bungerly. No thanks to them, they would cozen as frequently, if they could do it as cleanly, you would smile to find her in Pueris & Fatuis; in children and fools: yet they say, children and fools tell truth. But if it be child-hood or folly to tell truth, I am sure we have but a few children, a few fools. Or in a drunkard; yet they say, In vino veritas, drink utters the truth. But take the Ale-bench without a malicious lie, or at least an officious lie; a very lie, or a merry lie, and make a Pew of it. Where then shall we find Truth? I hope in the Church, in the Pulpits: Oh God forbid else!

But now where is this truth? I will tell you an apologue: foure friends parting enquired where they should find one another againe: the water, the fire, the wind, and truth. Fire said, you shall be sure to finde me in a flint stone: Water said, you shall be sure to find me in the roote of a bulrush: Wind said, you shall bee sure to find me amongst the leaves: but poore Truth could not appoint no certaine place of meeting: for Terras Astraea reliquit, no place for truth, what say you to Westminster Hall? indeed there is roome enough, but small roome for truth. What say you to the exchange? there be faire walkes, but they may exchange away truth. Where is she then, in your shops? that were strange to find truth in shops. Is she then in the Courts? we behold there alwayes Sedem veritatis, the seate of truth; but not alwayes veritatem sedentis, truth in him that supplies that place. Perhaps shee lurkes in the Colledges of the Iesuites: Oh no, when the truth offered to come thither, equivocation repeld her. She could never abide their maine Principles; Iura, perjura, secretum prodere noli: sweare and forsweare, rather than tell truth. Wha is she in Scrinio pectoris Papalis, in the Popes breast, that we should runne to Rome for her? no Antichrist cannot be a friend to truth. Is she not ferried over to Amsterdam? no, truth will never follow those that runne away from the Church. You