chap. r 6. accardirg sP St.J oH N. i 07 Verfe 27. For the Father himfelflovethyou] We fay, MajeftyNon benicon- and love cannot dwell together : becaufe love is the abatingofthe veniunt, Nec in foul to all fervices. Butit is otherwife in God ; Majefty and love unaredcmu- meet in his heart; fo that ofhis own free accord,he willgive us a- ranter ny thing we ask, andas it were, prevent a Mediatour, crowning his Majejtas own graces inus. spume et=am, Verfe a8. Again I leave the World,d-c.]So Plotimes thePhilofo- non, ogante me. pher, when he died, faid, Ta ;v aus:Srion a'va1& &711 Ta ait50702001, WON Tut aped. Horn. Nay, Pulian the Apoftate (if Marcellinus may be credited) went évdbvTa out oftheworld with thefe words in his mouth, Vitam repofcenti SynfPJ 9HP- nature, tanquamdebitor bonefidei,redituruu exulto. gm, Marcell. Verle 29. His difciples faid unto him ] How apt are we to lib.z5, over-ween our little-nothing of knowledge or holineflé ? to fwell withbig conceits ofour own fufficiency ? and, when we fee neverfo little, to fayprefently, withher in the Poet , 'ònf :lü f tris Aracb ze al% eft in. me mihi. ? to think we underftand ( as. St Paul hashit) OviI all myfleries, and all knowledge ? How truly may it nowbe Paid of I Cm 13.T. many, asc9zintilian faith of forage in his time , that theymight o,,,,,s igv7i ;s, haveproved excellent fcholars , if they had not been fo perfwaded twoxoZrns á -, of themfelves already ? Conceitedneffe cuts offall hope ofprofi- ciency. Verfe 30.. NowWe arefire, Gr.] What ? not till now ? Nico- demus was afore yonthen,70h.3.a. But better latethen never: Nun-- Teamferá,fiferió. Verfe 3i. Doye now beleive ? I now, ere trouble comes, you, are jolly fellows. But it is eafie to fwim in awarmbath : and every bird can ling in afin-thineday.. We thall fee lhortly what you can do. Ifyefaint in the day ofadverfity , yourflrength isfmall. Hard. Prou.,4,,o, weather tryeswhat health : hot fervicewhat courage. Verfe 32. Behold the hour cometb dc. ] So bladder-like is the foul, that filled with earthly vanities, thoughbut wind it grows great and fwels in pride : but ifpr,ickt with the leaf}pin ofpiercing grief, it fhriveleth to nothing. Verfe 33. Thefe things I have fjioken, ] This Sermonof our Sa- viour then would be read in timeoftrouble. It hath virrurempace tivam, ifmixt with faith.. That inmeyemight havepeace] Though furcharged with out- ward troubles. 7a/iah died in peace, accordingto the promife, though (lainin war. True grace like true gold,comforts the heart Alchymy gold.dothnot.
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