[ 921] Gods goodness, and Mans ingratitude.
IT is storyed of a certain King,* 1.1 that fighting a desperate battle, for the recovery of his daughter injuriously stollen from him, found but ill success, and the day utterly against him; till by the valour of a strange Prince, disguised in the habite of a mean Souldier (that pittied his loss, and bore love to his daughter) he reco∣vered both her and victory: Not long after, this Prince received some wrong in the point of houour,* 1.2 which he deservedly prized: He made his complaint to the King, desires Iustice; the forgetfull King puts him over to a Iudge: The Prince re∣plyes▪ Know this, O King, when thou wast lost, I stood betwixt thee and danger, and did not bid another save thee, but saved thee my selfe, Ecce vulnera! behold the scars of those wounds I bore to free thee, and thy state from ruine inevitable: And now my suit is before thee, dost thou shuffle me off to another? Such was our case, Sa••han had stollen our dear daughter,* 1.3 our Soul, in vain we laboured a recovery; Principalities & Powers were against us, weakness and wretchedness on our side; Christ the Son of God took pitty on us, and though he were an eternall Prince of peace, disguised himselfe in the habit of a common Souldier, Induens formam servi, putting on him the likenesse of a Servant,* 1.4 undertook the War against our too strong Enemies, set himselfe be∣twixt us and death, bore the w••unds in his own person, which should have light upon us: Now his glory is in question, his honour much concerned in the transactions of these times; We stand by, and behold it, he appeals to our censure, remembers