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THE PRAISE OF Patience. The fifth daies worke.
SWeete Patience thou soueraigne of perfection,
Of Gratious thoughts the only Gouernesse:
Who by the Rules of thy diuine direction,
Do'st bring the heart to highest Happinesse:
My humble soule with thy sweete loue enflame,
That I may sing in honour of thy name.
The purest thought that euer heart possessed,
The clearest Obiect of the carefull'st Eie:
The present Medicine for the Minde distressed,
The only ease in euery Miserie:
In all the proofe of Wits Experience,
In heart, and minde, and soule, is patience.
It puts off feare of Fortunes frowardnes,
And only rests on Resolution:
It wrestles with the worlds vntowardnes.
And holds the state of Reasons Constitution:
It conquers Will, and so doth carie Wit,
That both are happy only but in it.