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Alas, my Lord God, how small matters trouble me? every petty occurrence is rea∣dy to rob me of my peace; so as, me thinks, I am like some little cock-boat in a rough Sea, which every bil∣low topples up and down, and threats to sink: I can chide this weak pusillanimity in my self; but it is thou that must redress it: Lord, work my heart to so firme a setled∣ness
upon thee, that it may never be shaken; no not with the violent gust•• of temptation; much lesse with the easie gales of secular mis∣accidents: Even when I am hardest pressed, in the mul∣titude of the sorrows of my heart, let thy comforts re∣fresh my soul; but for these sleight crosses, oh teach me to despise them, as not worthy of my notice, much less of my vexation: Let my heart be taken up with thee, and then, what care I whether the world smile or frown.