But said I Langius (if I may say it) you deal with me in an ill and malicious manner: Nor do you as a skilfull wrastler cast me upon a right lock; but supplant me by a cheat. In a counterfeit manner (say you) we lament our Country. Do I? It is not so. For to grant you this (as one that means ingeniously) that I have therein a respect unto my self, yet not unto my self alone. For I do lament Langius, I do lament my Country in the First place, and I will lament it, although in the midst of its hazzards, there should be no danger to me. And that upon the justest grounds, for this is she which hath entertain'd, foster'd, and nourish'd me; and is according to the common sence of Nations our most Reverend and Venerable Parent. But in the mean time you assign me the whole Universe as my Country. Who doubts it? But yet even your self will confess, that besides this vast and common one, I have another
