(Expecting calmer Seasons) at the last,
Arrived at the Port of Happinesse.
Their Suffring-much, hath made their Suffrings none;
And brought forth Hopes, by which, perceive they may,
That Nights have but their Turnes; and (they once gone)
Their Darkenesse, makes much welcomer, the Day.
All Griefe shall have an ending, I am sure;
And, therefore, I with Patience, will Endure.