OBserve the nature of that Fiery-flame,

Which on the Mountaines top so brightly showes;

The Windes from every quarter, blow the same,

Yea, and to blow it out, their fury blowes;

But, lo; the more they storme, the more it shineth;

At every Blast, the Flame ascendeth higher;

And, till the Fuells want, that rage confineth,

It, will be, still, a great, and glorious Fire.

Thus fares the man, whom Vertue, Beacon-like,

Hath fixt upon the Hills of Eminence,