This Reason procures some Security to Princes of an Hereditary Kingdom, and makes the _Popes_ endeavour to find out some means also to secure themselves by their Kindred: For it is well known how many _Popes_ have been poysoned and made away, sometimes by Emperours, sometimes by the People, sometimes by particular Persons; and yet no body has ever taken upon them to revenge their death. And why? Because that their Kindred, not being Heirs of their Power, are not in a capacity to shew their resentment; and are much more busied in getting into the next _Pope’s_ favour, who is ordinarily their Enemy, than in revenging their Uncle’s death. The Cardinals themselves, who for their own Interest are not much concerned in the _Pope’s_ preservation, do not trouble themselves to inquire by what means he came to his end; ’tis enough for them that the Popedom is vacant, and that they have the Authority of chusing a Successor, who must be one of themselves. The _Popes_ Lives are a perpetual War; for without they are set upon by the Cares and Troubles of their Employment, and within by the fear of death, which is so great in them, that they are afraid of the very Air they breath. _Sixtus_ the Fifth went one day to the Convent of the Apostles, which was assigned to the Fryars of the Order he had bin of: and coming in of a sudden without giving any warning, met in their Refectory with a Brother who was eating a Mess of Beans very hungrily. The good _Pope_ remembring his ancient condition, sat down by him upon a wooden Form, and fell to eating with as great an appetite as the Brother, and made him fill the Dish up again when they had emptied it. The _Pope’s_ Followers wondered, and were much surprized at his Phancy, or rather extravagant Appetite; but he taking no notice of them, continued to eat on with his wooden Spoon, the Beans that were very well oyled. At last having emptied the Dish a second time, and thanked the Brother for his kindness, he turned to his Followers and said, _This Dish of Beans will make me live two years longer than I should have done_; _for I have eaten them with pleasure_, _and without fear_. Then lifting up his hands and eyes to Heaven, he blessed God that had given a _Pope_ once in his life an occasion of eating a meals Meat in quiet. _Pius_ the Fifth, who was very lean, was used to say, _That it was impossible that the_ Popes _should ever grow fat_, _for that Nature in them was never supplied but in fear_. And yet this _Pope_ was one of the holiest and best; though it is true, That Holiness is subject to Envy, and therefore obliged to preserve it self against the malignity of its Enemies.