A Cosrlmey,tary upon the Goy-pa Chap.ig. Aft, and not;.. Salisbury D` ?ejfery , who was not only contented to give fen- fol.i 8oç. fence againft certain Martyrs , but alfo hunted after the High- Sheriff, not fuffering him to fpare them, though he would. So HarpsfteldArchdeaconofCanterbury,being at London,when Qeen Mary lay a, dying, made allYot-hafte home, to difoath thole ibid. 136z. (ixe , whom he had then in his cruell cutody : and thole were the fait that fuflered for Religion in Queene .diaries , raigne. I finde no fault in him ] No wonder : For he was (as Peter 1 PCt.x..x.8, faith) A lamb Without blemifh (of original finne) and -without fpot (ofaaual fin.) Neither was it without a fweet providenceof God that he fhould be fo often abfolved from thedefect ofdeath, that thereby we might cfcape the manifold deaths the r we had fo well clelerved. Verfe 7. The 7eWs anfwered him, &c.] When they law that the treafon they laid to his charge (unicorn crimen eorum, qui Net adTacit. crimine vacabunt, faith Lipfius) wouldnot do the deed, they accufe him of blafphemy anothev while, that by fume meaüea or -other they might take away his life. Thou, and fuch as thou ( laid Bonner to Thomas Brown, Martyr) report I Peek your blood : 'Acc.andaton. Towhom he anfwered, Yea, myLord, indeedye be a blood-ducker; fol.x685. and I would I had as much blood as is water in the fe_a, for you to fuck. Another unknown good woman, told this Biíhop in a Ibid. 1671.. letter, That he had fuch toreofChrifts lambs already in his Butch- ers-ftall,that he wasnot able to drink all theirblood, left he fhould break his belly, and therefore he let them lie till, and die for hunger. My Lord ( laid M. Saunders to Bonner) you feek my ibid.1348. bloud, and you fhall have it : I prayGod you maybe fo baptized in it , that you may hereafter loath blond-fucking, and become abetter man. Verle 8. Hewas the more afraid,] Chrifts innocence did be- fore triumph in Tilates confcience. But now, that he heares that he made himfelf the fonof God,he was in a mighty maze, He was afraid, faith the text, of lifting up his hand agatnt God. The greatet men, if not utterly debauched and fatanized, cannot but quake.at the apprehenfion of God ; and as the worms, when it thunders, wriggle into the corners of the earth. Caligula ( that dared his love to a duel with that Hemillich in Homer, rii fh' abd6+,;, Sueton.ln Ca- ñ lyW oi, Either kill me, or I'llkill thee) when it thundered, c'over- lig. cd his etewithhis cap, running under thebed, or anybench -hole. Verte
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