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[p. 589] In midst of troubles soe lett vs demeane 

 As Countinances be pleasant Soules serene 

 Remember t'is from high Aflictions fall 

 From Prouidence deuine that goueni's all 

 Who when he please in turning of an eye 

 Turn's Wrath to Mercy Sorrows into Joy 

 T'is he who made the firtile Earth produce 

 Her anual fruit most meet for humaine vse 

 He both the Rose & Violets did Cloth 

 T'is he beauty & th'oders gaue to both 

 'Twas his Almighty power that did make fall 

 Att Israels seige the Jereconian Wall 

 That on's Enimyes ruing he might raise 

 Trophy on Trophy to inrich his Prayse 



[p. 590] Shal we then those his wonders now less prize 

 Or thinke his Power abat's, or hee less wise 

 No, hee's as able still Nor shall His want 

 Victory on Standards Glory on ther front 



[p. 590] Life & Death Compared together 



Such vulgar thoughts the World doe fill 

 To thinke Life good Death only ill 

 Then life ill lined noe euell's worse 

 Death (dicing well) remoues the Curse 

 And tis for certaine truth men tell 

 He ne're dies ill that liueth well 

 111 Hues doe but ther Ills increase 

 [p. 591] But dieng well makes Euells Cease 



Badd men haite death but not soe much 



That itt is 111, as They are such 



Moral Men teache vs in their bookes 



That we should dispise death's grime lookes 



T'is Comon sence w''^ doth inspire 



Ther feares of thatt Good men desire 



Nor Can we truly death define 



By makinge odious what's sublime 



Consider't in th' effects & soe itt will 



Plead much for death be't Good or 111 



Say itt be 111 yett here's the Good 



To greater Ills it giues a period 



In life what one good thinge is ther 



