repine, or against whom your murmurs are directed. What are you? A Man, a shaddow, Dust. And against whom do you murmur (I tremble to speak it) against God himself. It was the fiction of Antiquity; that certain Giants did attempt to dethrone the Gods. To omit Fables, you Complainants are those Giants. For if all these things are not only by the permission, but also by the immission of Almighty God: You who fret and resist, what do you but (as much as in you lyes) seise his scepter, and intrench upon the prerogative of his Empire? Blind Mortality! The Sun, Moon, Starrs, Elements, and all the successive Orders of Creatures, do willingly obey, and submit themselves to this Supream Law; only the Noblest piece of the Creation, Man lifts up his heel against, and replyes upon his Creator. Had you hoisted Sailes into the jurisdiction of the Winds, you
