Whilst I lived at _Prague_, and one night had sit up very late drinking at a feast, early in the morning the Sun beams glancing on my face, as I lay in my bed, I dreamed that a shadow passing by told me that my Father was dead; at which awaking all in a sweat, and affected with this dream, I rose and wrote the day and hour, and all circumstances thereof in a Paper-book, which book with many other things I put into a Barrel, and sent it from _Prague_ to _Stode_, thence to be conveyed into _England_. And now being at _Nurenburgh_, a Merchant of a noble Family well acquainted with me and my friends, arrived there, who told me my Father dyed some two months ago. I list not to write any lyes, but that which I write, is as true as strange. When I returned into _England_ some four years after, I would not open the Barrel I sent from _Prague_, nor look into the Paper-book in which I had written this dream, till I had called my Sisters and some friends to be witnesses, where my self and they were astonished to see my written dream answer the very day of my Father's death. I may lawfully swear that which my Kinsman hath heard witnessed by my brother _Henry_ whilst he lived, that in my youth at _Cambridge_, I had the like dream of my Mother's death, where my brother _Henry_ living with me, early in the morning I dreamed that my Mother passed by with a sad countenance, and told me that she could not come to my Commencement: I being within five months to proceed Master of Arts, and she having promised at that time to come to _Cambridge_. And when I related this dream to my brother, both of us awaking together in a sweat, he protested to me that he had dreamed the very same; and when we had not the least knowledge of our Mother's sickness, neither in our youthful affections were any whit affected with the strangeness of this dream, yet the next Carrier brought us word of our Mother's death. Mr. _Fiennes Morison_ in his Itinerary. I am not over-credulous of such relations, but methinks the circumstance of publishing it at such a time, when there were those living that might have disprov'd it, if it had been false, is a great argument of the truth of it. _Sect. 12. Pag. 107._ _I wonder the fancy of _Lucan_ and _Seneca_ did not discover it._] For they had both power from _Nero_ to chuse their deaths. _Sect. 13. Pag. 108._ _To conceive our selves Urinals is not so ridiculous._] _Reperti sunt Galeno et Avicenna testibus qui se vasa fictilia crederent, et ideirco hominum attactum ne confringerentur solicite fugerent._ Pontan. _in Attic. bellar._ (_Hist. 22._) Which proceeds from extremity of Melancholy. _Pag. 109._ Aristot. _is too severe, that will not allow us to be truely liberal without wealth._] _Aristot. l. 1. Ethic. c. 8._ _Sect. 15. Pag. 112._