The more they rag'd, conspired, and envy'd,
The more they slander'd, scorn'd, and murthered;
The more, the Faithfull, still, were multiply'd:
And, still, the further, their Profession spred.
Yea, so it spred, that quite it overthrew
Ev'n Tyranny it selfe; that, at the last,
The Patience of the Saints, most pow'rfull grew,
And Persecutions force, to ground was cast.
The selfe-same Pow'r, true Patience, yet retaines,
And (though a thousand Suff'rings wound the same)