finger in the Candle, and Cranmer can burn off his unworthy right Hand: when Bainham can call the Papists to see a Miracle, and tel them, that he feels no more pain then in a bed of Down, and that the fire was to him as a bed of Roses: when Farrer can say, If Istir, believe not my Doctrine. Think then, Reader, with thy self in thy Meditations, sure it must be some wonderful foretasted glory that can do all this, that can make the flames of fire easie, and that can make the King of Fears so welcome; O what then must this glory it self needs be? when the very thoughts of it can bring Paul into such a streight, that he desired to depart and to be with Christ, as best of all; when it can make men never think themselves well till they are dead; O what a blessed Rest is this? Shall Sanders so de∣lightfully embrace the Stake, and cry out, Welcome Cross; and shall not I more delightfully imbrace my blessedness, and cry, Wel∣come Crown? Shall blessed Bradford kiss the Faggot, and shall not I then kiss the Son himself? Shall the poor Martyr rejoyce that she might have her foot in the same hole of the Stocks that Mr. Phil∣pots foot had been in before her? and shall not I rejoyce that my soul shall live in the same place of glory where Christ and his Apostles are gone before me? Shall Fire and Faggot, shall Prisons and Banishment, shall Scorns and cruel Torments be more wel∣come to others, then Christ and Glory shall be to me? God forbid: What thanks did Lucius the Martyr give them, that they would send him to Christ from his ill masters on earth? How desirously did Basil wish, when his persecuters threatned his death the next day, that they might not change their resolution, lest he should miss of his expectation! What thanks then shall I give my Lord, for removing me from this loathsome prison to his Glory! and how loth should I be to be deprived thereof! When Luther thought he should dye of an Apoplexy, it comforted him, and made him more willing, because the good Duke of Saxony, and before him the Apostle John had died of that disease, how much more should I be willing to pass the way that Christ hath passed, and come to the glory where Christ is gone? If Luther could thereupon say, Feri Domine, feri clementer, ipse paratus sum, quia verbo tuo a peccatis absolutus; Strike Lord, strike gently, I am ready, because by thy Word I am absolved from my sins; how much more cheerfully should I cry, come Lord and advance me to this glory, and repose my weary soul in Rest!