THOU who dost dwell and linger here below, Since the condition of this world is frail, Where, of all plants, afflictions soonest grow; If troubles overtake thee, do not wail; For who can look for lesse, that loveth [Life? Strife?] But rather turn the pipe and waters course To serve thy sinnes, and furnish thee with store Of sov'raigne tears, springing from true remorse; That so in purenesse thou mayst Him adore Who gives to man, as he sees fit, [Salvation. Damnation.] |