“ I fear thee not, life's but a blast of breath,
Let wicked men and devils do their worst,
I have a God in whom I put my trust;
Who can and will defend me evermore,
While on my knees I do his aid implore.
When satan found he could not make him yield
With rage and fury straight he quits the field:
While this sweet youth thro' faith and patience run,
To finish the great work he had bugun.
Farewel, farewel, false friends, quoth he, adieu!
I have no pleasure or delight in you;
The grace of God is more to me he cry'd,
Than all the riches in the world beside. ”

“ Here's nought but sobs with bitter sighs & tears
Chear up, ny darling, and thy joys renew,
Let others weep that ha (illegible text) more cause than you.
SON.
Had ever sinner greater cause than I,
Alas! there does a weighty burden lie
Upon my wounded tender conscience here:
Undone I am if God should be severe.
TEMPTER.
What a strange feud and passion thou art in,
There's many thousands worse than thou hast been
For wickedness, I'll make it well appear,
Who ne'er so much as shed a single tear. ”