To the Lady Anne Glemmam, vpon the death of her noble Father

TO lye downe vnder Crosses, is to lye
in our Confusion: for, that's Cowardize;
And hath no taste of true Humilitie:
then, such prostration is an abiect Vice.

Nor is't the Way from Crosses to be free
to sinke beneath the Crosse, which weighes the more
The more we, vnder it, so, humbled be;
but HEE that bore your Sinnes It stoutly bore.

Yet is the Crosse impos'd to humble vs;
nor, is't remou'd, till we be humble made;
How much more low, so much more glorious;
(so as the Crosse doth vs not ouer-lade)
Then if we meeke be made, we winne by losse;
And cut a Crowne of Glory from the Crosse.