Primitive MONKS, with their Piety and Painfulnesse.
WHen the Fornace of Persecution in the Infancy of Christianity was grown so hot,* 1.1 that most Cities, Towns, and populous Places were visited with that Epidemical Disease, many pious men fled into Desarts, there to live with more safety, and serve God with lesse disturbance. No wilde humour to make themselves miserable, and to chuse and court their own calamity put them on this project, much lesse any Superstitious Opinion of transcendent Sanctity in a Solitary life, made them willingly to leave their former Habitations. For, whereas all men by their Birth are indebted to their Countrey, there to stay and discharge all civil relati∣ons, it had been dishonesty in them, like Bankrupts to run away into the Wil∣dernesse to defraud their Countrey their Creditor, except some violent Occa∣sion (such as Persecution was) forced them thereunto: and this was the first Ori∣ginall of Monks in the world so called from 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉, because living alone by them∣selves.
2. Here they in the Desarts hoped to finde Rocks,* 1.2 and Stocks, yea, Beasts themselves more kinde than Men had been to them: What would Hide, and Heat, Cover, and keep Warm, served them for Cloathes, not placing (as their Successours in after-Ages) any Holinesse in their Habit, folded up in the affected Fashion thereof. As for their Food, the Grasse was their Cloath, the Ground their Table, Herbs and Roots their Diet, wilde Fruits and Berries their Dainties, Hunger their Sauce, their Nails their Knives, their Hands their Cups, the next Well their Wine-cellar; But what their Bill-of-fare wanted in Cheer, it had in Grace; their Life being constantly spent in Prayer, Reading, Musing, and such like pious Employments. They turned Solitarinesse it self into Society, and cleaving themselves asunder by the divine Art of Meditation, did make of one, two, or more, opposing answering, moderating in their own Bosomes, and busie in themselves with variety of Heavenly recreations. It would doe one Good, even but to think of their Goodnesse, and at the rebound and second hand to Me∣ditate on their Meditations. For if ever Poverty was to be envied it was here. And I appeal to the moderate men of these Times, whether in the heighth of these wofull Warres, they have not sometimes wisht, (not out of Passionate distem∣per, but serious recollection of themselves) some such Private Place to retire un∣to