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

I know there are home-bred mischiefs enow: and many an Ahab doth trouble our Israel. The pestilent Usurer, whose words are as soft as his Fox-fur, is a licking dog that bites sore. The Mouse told her young ones in the Fable, that they should not fear the loud crowing Cock, but the still Cat. Loud and lewd wantons disquiet us, but the oppressor doth more hurt sitting silently in his cash-house, than the other with all their noise in the streets. Caesar said, he feared not Anthony, because his heart was in his tongue; but Cassius, because his tongue was in his heart. If all this be, where is our peace? Yes, Patientia filia spei; Patience is the daughter of hope: in their wrongs is seen our patience, in our patience our hope, in ⟨p. 234⟩our hope, our peace. We have peace in the world, though we have no peace with the world. Our troubles are seen without, our peace is felt within. Travellers write of a certain Island, they call De Fierro, where no fresh water is to be had: yet there is a certain tree in it, which drops so abundantly, that it satisfies all men and cattle of the Country. Our exigents and indigence are great, but there is an inward peace of conscience, that satisfies us all with the precious liquor of content. The Lord lays all that blustering wind, all the thunder and lightning of menaces, all the storms and tempests of persecution, with one sweet and peaceful shower of comfort. Thus though we have not yet Pacem coeli, that Peace of heaven; yet we have coelum Pacis, a heaven of peace, that is, assured remission of sins, and reconciliation to the God of peace. Satan, the World, Sin, all fight against us; that war is our peace. If the happiness of that place, as Augustine speaks, be Peace i• eternal life, and eternal life in peace; then have we some present entrance into it, for the Peace of God that passeth all understanding, and surpasseth all commending, doth preserve us.

I know there are home-bred mischiefes enow: and many an Ahab doth trouble our Israel. The pestilent Vsurer, whose words are as soft as his Fox-furre, is a licking dogge that bites sore. The Mouse told her young ones in the Fable, that they should not feare the lowd crowing Cocke, but the still Cat. Lowd and lewd wantons disquiet us, but the oppressour doth more hurt sitting silently in his cash-house, than the other with all their noise in the streets. Caesar said, hee feared not Anthony, because his heart was in his tongue; but Cassius, because his tongue was in his heart. If all this be, where is our peace? Yes, Patientia filia spei; Patience is the daughter of hope: in their wrongs is seene our patience, in our patience our hope, in