Then he which had received the one talent came and said, Lord, I knew thee that thou art an hard man, reaping where thou hast not sown, and gathering where thou hast not strawed:
Ver. 24. Lord, I knew that thou wert, &c.] Invalidum omne natura querelum. A sorry senseless excuse it is that this man makes for himself; and such as is both false and frivolous. It shows an utter emptiness of the oil of God's grace, when men's lips, like doors on rusty hinges, move not without murmuring and discontentedness.