Sweet Hopes in Death; and, after, good-report.

Of Sexe, or of Degree, there's no regard:

But, as the Labour, such is the reward.

To worke-aright, oh Lord, instruct thou mee;

And, ground my Workes, and buildings all on thee:

That, by the fiery Test, when they are tride,

My Worke may stand, and I may safe abide.


Let none in troublous times repine;
For, after Stormes, the Sun will shine.