The gallants burden A sermon preached at Pauls Cross, the twenty nine of March,…The gallants burden A sermon preached at Paules Crosse, the twentie nine of March,…

The Burden of Dumah is war, Mount Seir fears it not: if the book of our hearts lay open to be read, I think our fear of war is less then theirs. God grant our presumption, our security be not as great: We sit under our own Fig-trees, and eat the fruits of our own Vineyards: Our Children go out by flocks and dances, and flourish like the Olive branches round about our tables: Our Oxen are strong to labour, our Sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets: There is no leading into captivity, no dashing of our Children against the stones, no complaining in our streets. If this one blessing exceed not our thankfulness for all, my observation is deceived; but what a bold inference is this? there is no war, therefore may be none, nor can we be overthrown: It is a speech as common as the stones in our streets, when consideration of war is offered: We need fear no Enemies, if we be true amongst our selves: Vain security, that is built upon if's and and's: Who shall make us true to our selves, that have been false to God? Are there no sons of Belial amongst us, that curse the prosperity of Zion, and gape for the day, to cry Down with it, down with it, even to the ground? we know they have openly and privately with coat of Armour, and coat of Mail, assaulted the peace of Jerusalem, but (praise to our God) received shame in putting of their Harness: Let this make us thankful, not secure; as if God could not reach his arm over our narrow Seas: Behold France made a Cock-pit for massacres, by the uncivil civill wars thereof: Think of the unquiet bread long eaten in the Low-countries: and when thou sayest, we lay our heads on the Pillows of peace, and eat the Bread of plenty, kiss his hand with praises that feeds thee with these blessings, but let not thy own strength make thee careless. The Papists thus re-hearten themselves ⟨image 13⟩against all their overthrows given them by this little Island, that our time is not yet come, our sins are not yet full: That Ignatian Sectary Pererius so notes in Gen. 15. The wickedness of the Amorites is not yet full▪ &c. He gives it by way of Comment; but it is a false gloss, I trust, and carries no more trueth with it, then other the fictions of Rome; his words are these:

The Burden of Dumah is warre, Mount Seir feares it not: if the booke of our hearts lay open to be read, I thinke our feare of warre is lesse then theirs. God graunt our presumption, our securitie be not as great: Wee sitte vnder our owne Figge-trees, and eate the fruites of our owne Vineyards: Our Children goe out by flockes and daunces, and flourish like the Oliue branches round about our tables: Our Oxen are strong to labour, our Sheepe bring foorth thousands and ten thousands in our streets: There is no leading into captiuity, no dashyng of our Children against the stones, no complayning in our streetes. If this one blessing exceed not our thankfulnesse for all, my obseruation is deceiued; but what a bold inference is this? there is no warre, therefore may be none, nor can we be ouerthrowne: It is a speech as common as the stones in our streetes, when consideration of warre is offred: Wee need feare no Enemies, if we be true amongst our selues: Vaine security, that is built vpon if's and and's: Who shall make vs true to our selues, that haue beene false to God? Are there no sonnes of Behal amongst vs, that curse the prosperitie of Syon, and gape for the day, to cry Downe with it, downe with it, euen to the ground? wee know they haue openly and priuately with coate of Armour, and coate of Maile, assaulted the peace of Ierusalem, but (praise to our God) receiued shame in putting of their Harnesse: Let this make vs thankefull, not secure; as if God could not reach his arme ouer our narrow Seas: Behold France made a Cock-pitte for massacres, by the vnciuill ciuill warres thereof: Thinke of the vnquiet bread long eaten in the Low-countries: and when thou sayest, wee lay our heads on the Pillowes of peace, and eate the Bread of plenty, kisse his hand with praises that feeds thee with these blessings, but let not thy owne strength make thee carelesse. The Papists thus re-hearten themselues