A Feast for Wormes: Pious Meditation 9

FOrtune (that blinde supposed Goddesse) is
Still rated at, if ought suceed amisse;
'Tis shee (the vaine abuse of Providence)
That beares the blame, whē others make th'offence;
When this mans barne finds not her wonted store,
Fortun's condmn'd, because she sent no more;
If this man dye, or that man live too long,
Fortun's accus'd, and she hath done the wrong;
Ah foolish Dolls and (like our Goddesse) blinde!
You make the fault, and call your Saint unkinde;
For when the cause of Ev'll begins in Man,
Th'effect ensues from whence the cause began;
Then know the reason of thy discontent,
Thy ev'll of Sinne, makes the Ev'll of punishment.
(Lord) hold me up, or spurre mee when I fall;
So shall my Ev'll bee just, or not at all:
Defend me from the World, the Flesh, the Devill,
And so thou shalt deliver me from Evill.