Mixt contemplations in better times by Thomas Fuller ...

XLIII. In the Middle.

GOd in his Providence fixed my Nativity in a remarkable place.

I was borne at ALWINCLE in Northamptonshire, where my father was the painful Preacher of Saint Pe∣ters. This Village was distanced one good mile West from A CHURCH, where Mr. Brown, Founder of the Brownists did dwell, whom out of curiosity, when a Youth, I often visited.

It was likewise a mile and half distant East from LIVEDEN, where Francis Tresham Esquire, so active in the Gunpowder Treason, had a large demeasne, and ancient habi∣tation.

My Nativity may minde me of Mo∣deration, whose Cradle was rocked be∣twixt two Rocks. Now seeing I was never such a Churle as to desire to eat my morsel alone, let such who like

my prayer joyn with me therein.

God grant we may hit the Golden mean, and endeavour to avoid all Extremes; the fanatick Anabaptist on the one side, and the fiery zeal of the Iesuite on the other, that so we may be true Prote∣stants, or, which is a far better name, real Christians indeed.