Mal content

IF I desir'd vnto the world to liue,
Or sought in soule to serue the golden God:
If I did homage to an idole giue,
Or, with the wicked, wisht to haue abode,

Then well might Iustice lay her sword vpon mee,
In due correction of my crooked hart:
But, shall I liue, in soule thus woe begon mee,
That seeke in faith to serue the better part?

Ah wretched soule, why dost thou murmur so?
It is thy crosse, and thou art borne to beare it:
Through hellish griefs, thy hart to heauē must go,
For patience crowne, if thou wilt liue to wear it.

Then rest with this (since faith is vertues friend)
Death ends distresse, heauen makes a happy end.