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They are the crown of his glory and royal diadem, Isa. 62.3. and therefore 'tis a dangerous thing to flight them, to disown them, to look frowningly upon them, or to carry it unworthily ⟨p. 195⟩towards them. Pompey told his Cornelia, It is no praise to thee to have loved (Pompeium Magnum) Pompey the Great, but if thou lovest (Pompeium miserum) Pompey the miserable, thou shalt be a pattern for imitation to all posterity: So I say, it is no great matter to love those that are rich and pious, great and gracious, high and holy; but to love the poor Saints of God in their lowest and most miserable condition, when they have not a rag to cover them, nor a crust to refresh them, nor a fire to warm them, nor a friend to stand by them, nor a penny to help them; this is praise-worthy, this speaks our much of God, of Christ, of grace within. Romanus the Martyr, who was born of noble Parentage entreated his persecutors, that they would not favour him for his Nobility; For it is not (said he) the blood of my Ancestors, but my Christian faith that makes me Noble. 'Tis not race, nor place, but grace that makes a man truly noble; without a peradventure, he that loves one Saint for the image of God that is upon him, he cannot but fall in love with every Saint that bears the lovely image of the Father upon him; he cannot but love a Saint in rags as well as a Saint in robes, a Saint upon the dunghill as well as a Saint upon the throne; usually those Christians that have least of the world, have most of Christ; commonly those Christians that have least of the world, have most of heaven in their hearts, houses and lives. But,

They are the crown of his glory and royal diadem, Isa. 62.3. and therefore 'tis a dangerous thing to flight them, to disown them, to look frowningly upon them, or to carry it unworthily ⟨p. 195⟩towards them. Pompey told his Cornelia, It is no praise to thee to have loved (Pompeium Magnum) Pompey the Great, but if thou lovest (Pompeium miserum) Pompey the miserable, thou shalt be a pattern for imitation to all posterity: So I say, it is no great matter to love those that are rich and pious, great and gracious, high and holy; but to love the poor Saints of God in their lowest and most miserable condition, when they have not a rag to cover them, nor a crust to refresh them, nor a fire to warm them, nor a friend to stand by them, nor a penny to help them; this is praise-worthy, this speaks our much of God, of Christ, of grace within. Romanus the Martyr, who was born of noble Parentage intreated his persecutors, that they would not favour him for his Nobility; For it is not (said he) the bloud of my Ancecestors, but my Christian faith that makes me Noble. 'Tis not race, nor place, but grace that makes a man truly noble; without a peradventure, he that loves one Saint for the image of God that is upon him, he cannot but fall in love with every Saint that bears the lovely image of the Father upon him; he cannot but love a Saint in rags as well as a Saint in robes, a Saint upon the dunghil as well as a Saint upon the throne; usually those Christians that have least of the world, have most of Christ; commonly those Christians that have least of the world, have most of heaven in their hearts, houses and lives. But,