On Sickness and Health

Of sick Men's Zeal we make no kind of doubt,
When the sharp pains of Strangury, or Gout,
Molest them, with such restless agony,
That good Men are compell'd to wish to die,
Because their flesh no longer can sustain
Patience, with such intolerable pain.
If our foundation for all joy in wealth,
Be best supported by a constant health;
How much more Zeal then may our strength and ease
In gratitude afford, than a Disease
Pretends to? only to avoid the Rod,
When our health clearly shews our love to God,
By making ready with serene delight,
For a quick Summons to our Maker's sight;
When we do frequent Hallelujahs sing,
That without pain will us to Heaven bring;
With cheerful hearts more gratitude express,
Than sick Men's sighs and groans aloud profess.