[p. 584] 
E. B. Reed, 
Yett happy those Aflictions wee account 
That to the State Eternal doe amount 
The worldly brood if we Caractrize 
Th’ haue noe Aflictions liue in Paridize 
Ther Riches here as they desire augment 
Ther Honors too increase to ther Content 
But as a dreame these Honers vanish soone 
And an eternal woe shal take ther Roome 
As fatt of Lambes away they shall Consume 
Ther Honor vanish into smoke & fume 
T’indure sorrowes & Iniuryes we must 
(As Scriptures tel) & be to exile thrust 
Then tis a signe indeed heauen is our choyse 
When in our Tribulations wee reioyce 
T’is Gileads pretious Balme & serues to binde 
The wounds & blowes w° here below we finde 
Yea happy choyse though thus the World vs treat 
Seing that in heauen our reward is great 
The Soulder of that name vnworthy is 
That trembles att the sight of enimyes 
Soe is the Christian w* that title bear’s 
If he att threats of aduerse destine fear’s 
But wth a patient calmness lett’s receaue 
What the Soueraigne hand is pleas’d to giue 
[p. 585] The Midle Region or those parts aboue 
Are least obscurd nor ther doe Tempests moue 
Soe should our soules be raysd boue Passions sphere 
Noe Stormes of Tongues Nor Cloudes of enuy feare 
In fronts of Batailes we our fortunes Sett 
The Ship at Sea wth stormy winds is bett 
The Pilot scapt from former gusts noe more 
Feare’s ship-wrack now then what he did before 
The Soulder oft to frequent perills knowne 
Neglect’s the danger that’s soe Comon growne 
And soe should we when our Aflictions growe 
Wt lenghtned Patience learne to beare them too 
This Life’s a war-fare if sometimes begun 
To parly wt» our sorrowes t’ls soone done 
And in th’ end when hopes begin to Cease 
[p. 586] Proues but a Cessation noe Continu’d Peace 
Whilst through cleare skyes the Sun triumphant rides 
Vpon a sudden cloudes his splendor hides 
