Chap.ii.' accoróltrlg to St M A TT H E VV. Sog miffima. Now there is no mouth foweak, into which God can- not put words of praife. And how oft dothhe chute the fiily- liimples of the world, to confound the wifeand learned ? See my notes on Pfal.8.2. And here it is obfervabie that our Saviour anfwers warily to the caprioas queffion; fo as he may nei- ther offend Cerr, by taking upon him tobe a King, nor flun- ble the people, who took him for no Ian., and he was well pleat cd therewith. Let our columbine frtnplicity be mixedwith fer- pentine fubtilty, that we run not our felves heedlefly intounne- cefhary dangers. Verle 17. Aad he left them] As not willing to loofe his la- bour,toca[f away his coil uponmen fo unthankfuil,untraaable. Quid. Ludit, qui Ilerilifetnina mandat humo. Went out of the city into Bethany] .Happly for fafety fake undoubtedly for his delight and to refrefh htmfèlf with his friend Lazarus, after his hard labour, and little fuccefle. Verfe 18. As he returned into thecity] There his work lay chiefly : thither therefore he repaires betimes, and forgat,for haffe, to take his breakfaff, as it may feem : for ere he came to the city be was hungry, though it were buta ffep thither. A good mans heart is where his calling is : Such a one, when he is viii-_ ting friends or fo, is like a 11th in the aire : whereirrto if it leap for recreation or neceffiry, yet it loon returns to his own element. Verfe 19. He came to it and finad. nothing] He thought then to have found fomething : there was Tome kinde of ignorance, we fee inChrift as man (but not that that was finfuli.) Hit 16u1. defired thefirff ripe fruits ; yea though they had not been ripe and ready ; hard hunger'would have made them fweet and fawn- h7 "'7.1' ry,as the fhepherds bread, and onions were to Hunni.tdes, when he was put to flight by the Turkes : So well can hunger feafon Turk Hi,/1, homely cates, faith the Hifforian. Of this promifing figtree our fol3ta. Saviour might fay,as Alciar of the Cytreffe. Pulchracoma ef,pulchrodigeltail, ordivre frond's, SedfruEins. nulles hat coma pulchragerit. ETb`ern, Verfe 2o, They marvelled, Wing,&c.] And well they might; for no conjurer,. with all his skill, couldhave cauted this figtree fo fuddenly to whither, with a word fpeaking; For the figtree is the moff juicefull of any tree : and bears the bruit of wnter- blaffs. Yea Plutarch tells us that there iflu:th from the figtree PI synipcf. filch a ftrongand móff vehcmeot vertue, as that if a bull. be tied, onto.
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