To the good, the Worst fals out for the Best

THe Crosse and Crowne, on Earth, our value try;
as Crownes alone, in Heau'n, our vertue crowne:
In Earth, if crown'd, we swell in Heart too hie,
and, vnder Crosses we lie basely downe.

But yet, if Grace doe Nature ouer-sway,
and that a Crosse, or Crowne, alike we beare,
A pride of Grace, our Nature, will bewray;
so, in our Nature, Sinne, though dead, doth steere.
And yet this Pride doth humble vs the more;
for when we mind it, griefe doth vs pursue:
So, is our Sore still cured by our Sore;
for, still we heale as we our griefe renew:
This, is a Worke of Nature; that of Grace;
And this and that, runnes with vs all our Race.