with all resentments of heart my dependence on thee. The little hearb, called trefoyl, foldeth up the three leaves it beareth, when thunder roareth, thereby wil∣ling to tell us, it will not lift a creast, nor raise a bristle against Heaven. Lightening also, which teareth huge trees asunder, never falls upon it. My God, I hear thy hand murmuring over my head in this great afflicti∣on, and I involve me within my self, and behold the element whereinto I must be reduced, to do the ho∣mage my mortality oweth thee. Exercise not the power of thy thunders against a worm of the earth, against a reed which serves for a sport to the wind. Lastly, take courage what you may, in the accidents that happen, and by the imitation of our Saviour, re∣tire into the bosom of prayer, which is a sovereign means to calm all storms. Jesus prayed in his agony, and the more his sadness encreased, the more the mul∣tiplied his prayers. Say in imitation of him: My God, why are my persecutours so encreased? Many rise up a∣gainst me. Many say to my soul, there is no salvation for it in God. But Lord, thou art my Protectour, and my glo∣rie, thou art he who wilt make me exalt my head above all mine enemies.
The fourteenth EXAMPLE upon the fourteenth MAXIM. Of Constancie in Tribulation. ELEONORA.
WE are able to endure more than we think. For there are none but slight evils, which cause us readily to deplore, and which raise a great noise, like to those brooks that purl among pibbles; whilest great-ones pass through a generous soul, as huge rivers which drive their waves along with a peacefull majesty.
This manifestly appeareth in the death of Sosa and Eleonora, related by Maffaeus in the sixteenth book of his history of the Indies. This Sosa was by Nation a Portingale, a man of quality, pious, rich, liberal, and valiant, married to one of the most virtuous women in the whole Kingdom. They having been already some good time in the Indies, and enflamed with the desire of seeing their dear Countrey again, embarked at Cochin, with their children very young, some gen∣tlemen and officers, and with about six hundred men. The beginning of their navigation was very prosper∣ous; but being arrived at Capo de bona speranza, they there found the despair of their return. A westerly wind beat them back with all violence; clouds gather∣ed, thunders roared, Heaven it self seemed to break into fire over their heads, and under foot they saw no∣thing but abysses and images of death. If they would anchor, the Ocean tosseth them, if return to the Indi∣an coast, contrary winds blow to stay their passage. Their sayls are torn, Mast crack'd, Rudder broken, their Ship shaken with surges, beginning to leak, indu∣stry of men fruitless, and all let loose to the sway of tempests. To conclude their unhappiness, another Southern wind violently thrust them into the port, where they met with ship-wrack. They must avoid this counter-buff, if they would not be buried in the waves. They cast anchor to stay the ship, and leaped into cock-boats, to recover shore with the more safe∣ty. Sosa first of all saved himself, his wife, and chil∣dren, carried with him his gold, silver, and jewels, so much as so imminent danger would permit. The boats after a return or two, were scattered, the cable unto which the anchor of their ship was fastened, brake, the sides leaked, the keel opened, every man sought to save himself, many were drowned, other strugled with the Ocean, golden coffers, painted cab∣binets, and the goodly riches of the Indies swum with men half-dead, tossed by the waves amongst fardels and packs, and loosing life, lost not (as yet) the sight of that which made them live. Some became black with the buffets they received, others bedewed the sea with their bloud, yet all desired to reach the ha∣ven; so much desire of life possesseth us Scarcely got they thither, but they saw their vessel sink down to the bottom, leaving them not any hope of return. The dead bodies of their companions, with the dolefull baggage utterly spoiled with sea-water, were cast up at their feet. On what side soever they reflect, nothing is seen but calamity. Here the dead which begged burial, there the living all drenched in water, laden with wounds, overwhelmed with toyl, worn with hunger, to arrive in a savage Countrey, where having nothing almost to hope, they have all to fear.
All that poor Sosa could do, was to kindle fire, and draw out some tainted victuals, wherewith to take re∣fection; his heart was seized with apprehension of this disaster, in which he saw all he esteemed most preci∣ous involved, notwithstanding clearing his brow, he comforted this afflicted company, and said:
It was not time to think upon their losses, but to give God thanks he had saved their lives. That they were not so ignorant of the sea, as not to know full well, when one makes account to embark thereon, he must expect hunger, thirst, losses, ship-wracks, and all the miseries of mankind. And therefore when they happen, they must be regarded as things alreadie foreseen, and profit made of evils for expiation of sins. As for the rest, being so destitute of all things in a strange Countrey, there was no better riches than mutual correspondence, which would preserve the whole bodie adhering together, as discord infallibly ruin∣eth divided members. He added (fetching a deep sigh) They might behold their poor Ladie with their tender in∣fants, in the extremitie of peril, and that although both sex and age required they should be somewhat assisted, he would neither spare himself nor his, for the common safety.
All answered with tears in their eyes, he might confidently lead them where he pleased, and that they had no further hope of their lives, but in the obedience they resolved to yield to his commands. Having then remained thirteen days in this miserable Port, barri∣cadoed with huge stones and coffers, left as remain∣ders of their ship-wrack, to defend them by night from thieves and wild beasts, they put themselves in the way to bend towards the East, directly to a great river, which the Portingales had heretofore named the Holy Ghost. Sosa went foremost with his wife, who shewed a masouline courage in a tender constitution: she had her little children by her sides, whom turn by turn every one carried. Andrew de Vase the Pilot, was in the same rank, bearing the standard of the Cross, attended also by about four-score Portingales, and an hundred servants who bare arms. Then followed marriners poor creatures, and other inferiour people, who were not yet cured.
The good servants moved with compassion of Ele∣onora, whom they beheld walking on foot, framed her a kind of litter, and sought all they might to comfort her: but that lasted not long. Needs in the end must the poor Lady travel through places, where nothing was to be seen but wild beasts, and Cafres more inhu∣mane than beasts; over rocks inaccessible, mountains which raised their heads above the clouds, valleys not to be looked down into without horrour, torrents swoln with showrs, marishes cloyed with mud, and which was most irksom, they must go at random through ways of which every one was ignorant, nor could any direct them; so that they made an hundred leagues of thirty. Their little store of victual failing, they eat first pieces of rotten whales, and other garba∣ges of the sea, then wild fruits, leaves, and lastly spa∣red not the carcases of beasts, which they found in the desert. From that they fell into a great scarcity of water, and if they would have any something tole∣rable,