Will lose itself in your blind mists.
Fall easy, Patience, fall like rest
10Whose soft spells charm a troubled breast:
And where those rebels you espy,
O in your silken cordage tie
Their malice up! so shall I raise
Altars to thank your power, and praise
The sovereign vertue of your balm,
Which cures a tempest by a calm.
To Patience.] So also he gave this very commonplace 'production' and the next, which is a little better.