up a Fountain of Joy, serene as Crystal, and refreshing as the Waters of Euphrates.
I contemplate thee as a Cedar among the Trees of the Forest, or as the Durable Oak of the Desart. May Heaven prolong thy Life, till the Sound of the Trumpet.
The Commands with which thou hast ho∣nour'd me, came in an Acceptable Hour. I have receiv'd them with a Complacency which I cannot express. My Eyes were so fix'd on the Lines of Great Purity, that I could not for a long Time take them off. Thou hast hit the Mark of my Affection, in em∣ploying me to write what the most Impartial Historians say of Jesus, the Son of Mary, the Christians Messias.
That Holy Prophet, was Honour'd by his very Enemies. Josephus a Learned Jew, who liv'd in his Time, and wrote the History of that Nation, makes worthy Mention of him.
So did many of the Gentile Philosophers, though they oppos'd his Disciples and Follow∣ers. Porphyry, whom the Christians commonly repute as a bitter Enemy to their Profession, yet calls Jesus, Wise, Blessed and Divine. That Sage, was exasperated against a certain Sect of Nazarenes in his Time, whom they call'd Gnosticks. These corrupted the Do∣ctrines of Plato, and the Theology of the An∣cients; wantonly mixing Humane Fables with Divine Truths. Against these, Porphyry sharpen'd his Pen, and not making a Dif∣ference between them and other Christians,