foundation, and drawn some rude lines of human misery, it remains now to go on forward in the continuation of our tra∣gical discourse of Mans life. First, In∣sisting on his generation and production, and so proceeding, till we have at last brought him to his Grave, which is the end and period of all things. In the first place considering the matter of his gene∣ration, which, what is it but corruption and putrefaction? as also the place of his birth, which is nothing else, but a vile and loathsom Prison. How long is he in the womb of his Mother, without form or resemblance to any thing, save an in∣sensible mass of flesh? For when the Ma∣trix hath taken in, and retained the two seeds, and warmed them by its natural heat, there is concreted a little thin skin, like unto that which we see is on the top of an Egg; and after some days the spi∣rit and blood mingling together, they be∣gin to boil, so that there riseth up Three little Bladders, as the bubbles which rise up in a troubled water, which are the places, where are formed the three most noble parts of thi•• lofty Animal, the Liver, the Heart and the Brain, which is the most excellent part of the work, it being the seat of all the functions, the true