Thy peace is made; and, when man’s state is well,
’Tis better, if he there can dwell.
God wisheth none should wrack on a strange shelf;
To him man’s dearer than t’ himself.
And, howsoever we may think things sweet,
He alwayes gives what he knows meet;
Which who can use is happy: such be thou.
Thy morning’s and thy evening’s vow
Be thanks to him, and earnest prayer, to find
A body sound, with sounder mind;