A Pious Man fears no Danger

Doth sickness, poverty, and shame, unite
Their forces, and together 'gainst thee sight?
Do griefs abound, do evil tongues desame
Thy honest actions, and asperse thy name
With Lyes? Art thou from honour tumbled down,
And dost now plow the Seas for new renown,
Where the loud winds do make high waves to rage,
Till they create a storm, which does engage
Thy ship 'mongst rocks, that in the bottom lie,
And the next moment toss thee to the sky;
Where thunder, with fierce lightnings, do conspire
To lick thee up into a flaming fire;
As if the Heavens did with the Seas contest,
Which of their power could most disturb thy rest?
Or hast thou 'scap'd the storm, and now on shore,
Do'st meet with greater terrours than before?
Do the Mountains move, and great Cities shake?
Does the Earth open, and a passage make
Unto the dark Centre, as if the world
Should once again be into Chaos hurl'd,
And all the joys and glories thou hast seen
Be quite forgot, as if they'd never been?
Would'st thou be free from such Calamities
As these, trample on dangers and despise
The terrours of the world? Thou must then stand
Under his wings, that does the world command;
There six thy heart and hopes, and thou wilt find
Contentment for thy Body and thy mind.
There's no safety nor joy to be compar'd
To Piety, nor peace like hearts prepar'd
For Heav'n. We must live so, that when we die,
We may account that change felicity.