It hath been the foolish Custome of all barbarous Nations to paint and figure their Faces and Bodies (as it hath been to our shame and griefe, wee may remember it of some of our Fore-Fathers, in this nation:) How much then are we bound to our most holy Maker for so much knowledge of himselfe revealed in so much Civilty and Piety? and how should we also long and endeavour that America may partake of our Mercy. More particular. Truth is a Native, naked Beauty; but Lying Inventions are but Indian paints. Dissembling hearts, their Beautie’s but a lye, Truth is the proper Beauty of Gods saints. Fowle are the Indians Haire and painted faces, More foule such Haire, such Face in Israel. England so calls her selfe, yet there’s Absoloms foule Haire and Face of Jesabell. Paints will not bide Christ’s washing Flames of fire, Fained Inventions will not bide such stormes: O that we may prevent him, that betimes Repentance Teares may wash of all such formes. CHAP. XXXI. _Of Sicknesse._ Nummaúchnem, I am sick. Mauchinaúi, He is sick. Yo Wvttunsín, He keepes his Bed. Achie nummaùchnem, I am very sick. Nóonshem metesímmin, I cannot eate. Mach ge nummete símmen, I eat nothing. Tocketussinámmin? What think you? Pitch nkéeteem? Shall I recover? Niskéesaqush máuchinaash, My eyes faile me. Ncussawóntapam, My head akes. Npummaumpiteunck, My teeth ake. Nchesammáttam, I am in paine. Nchésammam, Obs: In these cases their Misery appeares, that that they have not (but what sometimes they get from the English) a raisin or currant or any physick, Fruit or Spice, or any Comfort more than their Corne and Water, &c. In which bleeding case, wanting all Meanes of recovery, or present refreshing I have been constrained and beyond my power, to refresh them, and I believe to save many of them from Death, who I am confident perish many millions of them, (in that mighty continent) for want of meanes. Nupaqqóntup Bind my head. Kúspissem, Wauaúpunish Lift up my head. Nippaquóntup, Mchósamam nsète, My Foot is sore. Nachàge nickow èmen, I sleep not. Nnanótissu, I have a Feaver. Wamekussópitanohock, My body burnes. Ntátupe nòte, or chíckot, I am all on fire. Yo ntéatchin, I shake for Cold. Ntatuppe wunnêpog, I shake as a leafe. Puttuckhúmma, Cover me. Pautous nototam min, Reach me the drinke.