mother of Melda in Germany (when she saw her sonne whipt and branded in the fore-head for opposing the Popes Indulgences, and calling him Antichrist) to hearten her sonne, and cry out, Vi∣vat Christus ejus{que} insignia: Blessed be Christ, and welcome be these marks of 〈◊〉〈◊〉. Constantinus a Citizen of Rhone (with three other) being, for defence of the Gospel, condemned to be burn∣ed, were put into a dung-cart, who thereat rejoycing, said, that they were reputed here the excrements of the world; but yet their death was a sweet odour to God. When the chain was put about Alice Drivers neck, Oh, said she, here is a goodly neckerchief, blessed be God for it. Algerius Christs prisoner thus dated his let∣ter, From the delectable Orchyard of the Leonine prison. And, I am in prison till 〈◊〉〈◊〉 be in prison, said Saunders. And indeed, said Bradford, I thank God more of this prison, then of any parlour, yea then of any pleasure that ever I had, for in it I finde God, my most sweet God alwaies. After I came into prison (saith Robert Glover, Martyr, in a letter to his wife) and had reposed my self there a while, I wept for joy and 〈◊〉〈◊〉 my belly-full, musing much of the great mercies of God, and, as it were, thus saying to my self; Lord, who am I, on whom thou shouldst bestow this great mercy, to be numbred among the Saints that suffer for thy Gospel sake? And I was carried to the Cole-house, saith M. 〈◊〉〈◊〉, where I and my six fellows doe rouse together in the straw, as 〈◊〉〈◊〉, we thank God, as others doe in their beds of down. And, in another letter; I am now in the Cole-house, a dark and ugly prison, as any is about London: but my dark body of sinne hath well deserved the same, &c. And, I thank the Lord, I am not alone, but have six other faithfull companions, who in our darknesse doe cheerfully sing hymns and praises to God, for his great 〈◊〉〈◊〉. We are so joyfull, that I wish you part of my joy, &c. Good brethren (saith William Tims, Martyr) I am kept alone, and yet, I thank 〈◊〉〈◊〉 he comforteth me, past all the comfort of any man; for I was never 〈◊〉〈◊〉 in Christ. You shall be whipt and burned for this gear, I 〈◊〉〈◊〉 (〈◊〉〈◊〉 one M. Fo∣ster to John Fortune, Martyr) To whom he replied: If you knew how these words rejoyce mine heart, you would not have spoken them. Why, quoth Foster, thou fool, dost 〈◊〉〈◊〉 rejoyce in whipping? Yea, said Fortune, for it is written in the 〈◊〉〈◊〉, and Christ saith, Ye shall be whipt for my Names sake. And since the time that the sword of tyranny came into your hand, I