Paula that noble Lady, when one did read to her (Cant. ••. 11.) The winter is past, and the singing of Birds is come, yes, she replyed, the singing of birds is come, and so she went singing into heaven; another being as they thought in a swound a little before her end, they cryed give her some Rosa Solis; but she put it back, saying I have Rosa Solis you know not off.
Ambrose said to his friends about him when he died, I have not so lived that I am ashamed to live, nor yet feare I death, because I have a good Lord.
Glover from whom God did hide his face long before, yet when he was going to the stake, said to his frind Austen, he is come, he is come.
But you will say, [Object.] do such alwayes die comfortably? I answer, [Answ.] Not alwayes, but ordinarily; for sometimes God hides his face from his own at death, as a just pu∣nishment for their want of close walking with God in the time of their prosperity, &c. and besides we know death is fearfull in its best lookes (called the King of feares) as is a lion, though his teeth and claws be beaten out, or as the Hauk to the Partridge, who trembles at the very fight of her scattered feathers, or like a serpents skin that is formidable though stuft with straw.