Of Carriages, or Clokebagges full of Lumber.
No Place can from our presence, her enclose;
Nor is she frighted from us by our Foes.
No Pickthankes, of her Favours, can bereave us;
No Promises, can woo her to deceive us.
In Youth, in Age, in Sickenesse, and in Griefe,
Shee bringeth Consolation and reliefe:
And, is in all estates, a blessing to us,
So constant (and so apt, all helpes to doe us)
That, he for whom, such Knowledge, God provideth,