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,…

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.

1 There is the wilde Boare, that breakes ouer Gods mounds and spoyles his Vineyeard.¹ Psal. 80. The Boare ⟨p. 78⟩out of the Wood doth waste it: and the wild Beast of the Field, doth deuoure it. This is the depopulator, that will forrage and lay all waste, if he be not restrained. What; Doe you call him a wasting Boare? hee rather encloseth all, breaketh vp none. Yes, hee layes waste to the Common-wealth, though hee encloseth to himselfe. Hee wasteth Societies, Communitie, Neighbourhood of people; turnes them out of their auncient Dores, sendes them to the wide World to begge their Bread. Hee is a bloody Boare, and hath two damnable Tuskes: Money to make him Friendes, and to charme conniuence: And a wicked Conscience, that cares not to swimme to Hell in Blood. The brawny Shield of this Boare, whereby hee beares off all blowes of Curses, is the securitie of his owne dead Heart: Hee thinkes the Cryes and Vlulations of Widdowes and Orphans, the best Musicke. When the hand of God strikes him, (as strike him it will, and that fearefully) hee euen rouseth and rageth on him; and dyes like an angry Boare, foaming at mouth, as if hee were spitting defyance at Heauen. Let this Beast be Hunted.