The sacrifice of thankfulness A sermon preached at Pauls Cross, the third of December,…The sacrifice of thankefulnesse A sermon preached at Pauls Crosse, the third of December,…

You see the Beasts they hunt: Not Foxes, not Wolves nor Boars, Bulls, nor Tigers. It is a certain observation; no Beast hunts the own kind to devour it. Now if these should prosecute Wolves, Foxes, &c. they ⟨p. 72⟩should then hunt their own kind: for they are these themselves; or rather worse then these: because here Homo homini Lupus. But though they are Men they hunt, and by nature of the same kind; they are not so by quality: For they are Lambs they persecute: In them there is Blood, and Flesh, and Fleece, to be had: and therefore on these do they gorge themselves. In them there is weak Armour of defence against their cruelties; therefore over these they may domineer. I will speak it boldly: There is not a mighty Nimrod in this Land, that dares hunt his equal: But over his inferior Lamb he insults, like a young Nero. Let him be graced by High ones, and he must not be saluted under twelve score off. In the Country he proves a Termagant: his very Scowl is a Prodigy, and breeds an Earthquake. He would be a Caesar, and tax all: It is well if he prove not a Cannibal. Only Macro salutes Seianus so long as he is in Tiberius his favour: Cast him from that Pinnacle, and the Dog is ready to devour him.

You see the Beastes they hunt: Not Foxes, not Wolues nor Boares, Bulles, nor Tygers. It is a certaine obseruation; no Beast hunts the owne kind to deuoure it. Now if these should prosecute Wolues, Foxes, &c. they ⟨p. 72⟩should then hunt their owne kind: for they are these themselues; or rather worse then these: because here Homo homini Lupus. But though they are Men they hunt, and by nature of the same kind; they are not so by qualitie: For they are Lambes they persecute: In them there is Blood, and Flesh, and Fleece, to be had: and therefore on these doe they gorge themselues. In them there is weake Armour of defence against their cruelties; therefore ouer these they may domineere. I will speake it boldly: There is not a mighty Nimrod in this Land, that dares hunt his equall: But ouer his inferiour Lambe hee insultes, like a young Nero. Let him be graced by High ones, and hee must not be saluted vnder twelue score off. In the Countrie hee proues a Termagaunt: his very Scowle is a Prodegie, and breeds an Earthquake. Hee would be a Caesar, and taxe all: It is well if hee prooue not a Caniball. Onely Macro salutes Seianus so long as hee is in Tiberius his fauour: Cast him from that Pinacle, and the Dogge is ready to deuoure him.