Happiness.

God suffers not His saints and servants dear
To have continual pain or pleasure here;
But look how night succeeds the day, so He
Gives them by turns their grief and jollity.

Afflictions bring us joy in times to come,
When sins, by stripes, to us grow wearisome.

That love 'twixt men does ever longest last
Where war and peace the dice by turns do cast.

Consider sorrows, how they are aright:
Grief, if't be great, 'tis short; if long, 'tis light.

Jove may afford us thousands of reliefs,
Since man expos'd is to a world of griefs.

Sorrows divided amongst many, less
Discruciate a man in deep distress.