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

He is our King, to make us blessed by his kingdom. Augustus, that day he had done no good to his subjects, in relieving their wants, said to his friends at night; Hodie non regnavi; I have not been a King to day. It was proverbed of Aurelianus, that he was a good Physician, but he gave too bitter medicines. Julian used to stamp a Bull on his coin, whereupon the Antiochians inferred, that he purposed to gore the world to death. The breasts of some Kings have been stuffed with a thunder-cloud, their vapours always venting to the worlds terror. But we may say of our supreme King Christ, as (in due measure) of his Servant our royal Sovereign: if at least we may compare the peace of a Prince with the Prince of peace: as he is the fairest blossom that ever budded out of the white and red Rosary: so he hath brought together red and white; Christ hath reconciled Justice and mercy; anger red as blood, and compassion white as snow. He hath turned; our scarlet sins into white wool: and this by making himself ruddy in passion that was ever so white in innocency.^s My Beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest often thousand. Thus we partake the blessings of his Divine Nature in being his subjects: let the heathen serve their tyrants, the Turks their Mahomet, the Romists their Pope, worldlings their lusts: Thou O Jesus Christ be our King for ever.

He is our King, to make us blessed by his kingdome. Augustus, that day hee had done no good to his subjects, in releeving their wants, said to his friends at night; Hodie non regnavi; I have not beene a King to day. It was proverb'd of Aurelianus, that he was a good Physician, but he gave too bitter medicines. Iulian used to stampe a Bull on his coine, whereupon the Antiochians inferred, that he purposed to goare the world to death. The brests of some Kings have beene stuffed with a thunder-cloud, their vapours alwayes venting to the worlds terrour. But wee may say of our supreme King Christ, as (in due measure) of his Servant our royall Soveraigne: if at least we may compare the peace of a Prince with the Prince of peace: as he is the fairest blossome that ever budded out of the white and red Rosary: so he hath brought together red and white; Christ hath reconciled Iustice and mercy; anger red as bloud, and compassion white as snow. He hath turned; our scarlet sins into white wooll: and this by making himselfe ruddy in passion that was ever so white in innocencie.^s