Comes not for vengeance to them, nor in vaine;

But, to prepare, and fit them for the place,

To which, they willingly direct their pace;

In Troubles, are so farre from being sad,

That, of their Suffring, they are truely glad.

What ever others thinke, I thus beleeve;

And, therefore, joy, when they suppose I grieve.


All is not Gold, which makes a show;
But, what the Touchstone findeth so.