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,…

Thus I have showed you a Field of Hunters: what should I add, but my Prayers to Heaven, and desires to Farth, that these Hunters may be hunted. The hunting of harmful Beasts is commended; the Wolfe, the Boar, the Bear, the Fox, the Tiger, the Otter. But the metaphorical hunting of these is more praise worthy: the Country-wolves, or City-Foxes deserve most to be Hunted. Non est meae Paruitatis, &c. I am to shallow to advise you Demodo: I only wish it might be done: they that have authority to do it, know best the means, I will but discover the Game, and leave it to their Hunting: naming the persons they should Hunt: they know the Hounds where withal.

Thus I haue shewed you a Fielde of Hunters: what should I adde, but my Prayers to Heauen, and desires to Farth, that these Hunters may be hunted. The hunting of harmefull Beastes is commended; the Wolfe, the Boare, the Beare, the Foxe, the Tyger, the Otter. But the metaphoricall hunting of these is more prayse worthy: the Country-wolues, or Cittie-Foxes deserue most to be Hunted. Non est meae Paruitatis, &c. I am to shallow to aduise you Demodo: I onely wish it might be done: they that haue authoritie to doe it, know best the meanes, I will but discouer the Game, and leaue it to their Hunting: naming the persons they should Hunt: they know the Hounds where withall.

1 There is the wild Boar, that breaks over Gods mounds and spoils his Vineyard.¹ Psal. 80. The Boar ⟨p. 78⟩out of the Wood doth waste it: and the wild Beast of the Field, doth devour it. This is the depopulator, that will forage and lay all waste, if he be not restrained. What; Do you call him a wasting Boar? he rather encloseth all, breaketh up none. Yes, he lays waste to the Common-wealth, though he encloseth to himself. He wasteth Societies, Community, Neighbourhood of people; turns them out of their ancient Doors, sends them to the wide World to beg their Bread. He is a bloody Boar, and hath two damnable Tusks: Money to make him Friends, and to charm connivance: And a wicked Conscience, that cares not to swim to Hell in Blood. The brawny Shield of this Boar, whereby he bears off all blows of Curses, is the security of his own dead Heart: He thinks the Cries and Ululations of Widows and Orphans, the best Music. When the hand of God strikes him, (as strike him it will, and that fearfully) he even rouseth and rageth on him; and dyes like an angry Boar, foaming at mouth, as if he were spitting defiance at Heaven. Let this Beast be Hunted.