Although wee know not a more patient creature, Than is the _Lambe_, (or, of lesse harmfull nature) Yet, as this _Emblem_ shewes, when childish wrong, Hath troubled, and provok’d him overlong, Hee growes enrag’d; and makes the wanton _Boyes_, Bee glad to leave their sports, and run their wayes. Thus have I seene it with some Children fare, Who, when their _Parents_ too indulgent were, Have urg’d them, till their _Doting_ grew to _Rage_, And, shut them wholly from their Heritage. Thus, many times, a foolish man doth lose His faithfull Friends, and justly makes them foes. Thus, froward _Husbands_; and, thus, peevish _Wives_, Doe foole away the comfort of their lives; And, by abusing of a _patient-Mate_, Turne dearest _Love_, into the deadliest _Hate_: For, any wrong may better bee excused, Than, _Kindnesse_, long and wilfully abused. But, as an injur’d _Lambe_, provoked, thus, Well typifies how much it moveth us, To finde our _Patience_ wrong’d: So, let us make An _Emblem_ of our selves, thereby to take More heed, how God is moved towards them, That, his _long suffring_, and his _Love_ contemne. For, as wee somewhat have of every _Creature_, So, wee in us, have somewhat of his _Nature_: Or, if it bee not sayd _the same_ to bee, His _Pictures_, and his _Images_ are wee. Let, therefore, his _long-suffring_, well be weigh’d, And, keepe us, to _provoke him_, still afraid. _Hee that is =blind=, will nothing =see=, What =light= soe’re about him bee._ [Illustration: CŒCUS NIL LUCE IUVATUR. ILLVSTR. XLV. _Book. 4_]