The Will The Cause Of Woe.

No man is tempted so but may o'ercome,
If that he has a will to masterdom.

No wrath of men, or rage of seas,
Can shake a just man's purposes;
No threats of tyrants, or the grim
Visage of them can alter him;
But what he doth at first intend,
That he holds firmly to the end.

I cannot suffer; and in this my part
Of patience wants. Grief breaks the stoutest heart.

Evil no nature hath; the loss of good
Is that which gives to sin a livelihood.

If all transgressions here should have their pay,
What need there then be of a reckoning day?
If God should punish no sin here of men,
His providence who would not question then?

We merit all we suffer, and by far
More stripes than God lays on the sufferer.