Cross And Pile.

Tears quickly dry, griefs will in time decay:
A clear will come after a cloudy day.

Fair was the dawn, and but e'en now the skies
Show'd like to cream inspir'd with strawberries,
But on a sudden all was chang'd and gone
That smil'd in that first sweet complexion.
Then thunder-claps and lightning did conspire
To tear the world, or set it all on fire.
What trust to things below, whenas we see,
As men, the heavens have their hypocrisy?

Look how our foul days do exceed our fair;
And as our bad, more than our good works are,
E'en so those lines, pen'd by my wanton wit,
Treble the number of these good I've writ.
Things precious are least numerous: men are prone
To do ten bad for one good action.

Though good things answer many good intents,
Crosses do still bring forth the best events.

Sorrows our portion are: ere hence we go,
Crosses we must have; or, hereafter woe.

Be not dismayed though crosses cast thee down;
Thy fall is but the rising to a crown.