Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.

Patience.

Patience doth beare a neuer pierced sheeld, Whose brightnesse hath enforc'r more monsters yeeld, Then that of vgly Gorgons head was made. I. Syluister.

Patience is angers subiect, and controll'd With euery fury, which men would redresse, But cannot do it, for she is gentle milde, Orecome and kept downe like a strengthlesse childe. Ch. Middleton.

Patience a praise, forbearance is a treasure, Sufferance an angell, a monster rage. Ed. Fairfax.

Let gentle Patience profit thee, for Patience is a thing, Whereby a begger gaineth of a discontented King. ƲƲ. Warner.

Man in himselfe a litle world doth beare, His soule the Monarch euer ruling there, Where euer then his body do remaine, He is a King that in himselfe doth raigne, And neuer feareth fortunes hot'st alarmes, That beares against her Patience for her armes. M. Drayton.

The lesser pangs can beare, who hath endur'd the chief. Ed. Sp.

What fortune hurts, let Patience onely heale, No wisedome with extremities to deale. M. Dr.

By patient sufferance could we mildly beare With fortune, yet we equally might share, And ouercomming that which all do feare.

By present cure, preuent ensuing care. Idem.

Who in distresse from resolution flies, Is rightly said to yeeld to miseries. That life is only miserable and vile, From which faire Patience doth it selfe exile. Idem.

Though eyes want sight of that they would see faine, The thought yet sees, and heart with patience likes it: Long absence greeues thee when they meet againe, Absence delights, and doth more pleasant make it To serue and sue long time for little gaine. (So that all hope do not quite forsake it) One may endure, for when the paine is past Reward though long it staie, yet comes at last. S. I. H.

Let Brontes and blacke Steropes Sweat at the Forge their hammers beating: An houre will come, they must affect their ease, Though but while mettall's heating. And after all their Aetnean ire, "Gold that is perfect will out-liue the fire. "For Fury wasteth, "As Patiend lasteth. "No armor to the Mind: "He is shoot-fire From Iniury, That is not hurt; not hee, that is not hit: So Fooles we see, Oft scape their Imputation, more through luck, then wit. B. Iohnson.