The painfull _Husbandman_, with sweaty browes, Consumes in labour many a weary day: To breake the stubborne earth, he _digs_ and _ploughes_, And, then, the Corne, he scatters on the clay: When that is done, he _harrowes_ in the Seeds, And, by a well-cleans’d Furrow, layes it drye: He, frees it from the _Wormes_, the _Moles_, the _Weeds_; He, on the _Fences_, also hath an eye. And, though he see the chilling Winter, bring _Snowes_, _Flouds_, and _Frosts_, his Labours to annoy; Though _blasting-windes_ doe nip them in the _Spring_, And, _Summers_ Meldewes, threaten to destroy: Yea, though not onely _Dayes_, but _Weekes_, they are (Nay, many _Weekes_, and, many _Moneths_ beside) In which he must with payne, prolong his care, Yet, constant in his hopes he doth abide. For this respect, HOPE’S _Emblem_, here, you see Attends the _Plough_, that men beholding it, May be instructed, or else minded be, What Hopes, continuing _Labours_, will befit. Though, long thou toyled hast, and, long attended About such workings as are necessary; And, oftentimes, ere fully they are ended, Shalt finde thy paines in danger to miscarry: Yet, be not out of _hope_, nor quite dejected: For, buryed Seeds will sprout when _Winter’s_ gone; Vnlikelier things are many times effected; And, _God_ brings helpe, when men their best have done. Yea, they that in _Good-workes_ their life imploy; Although, _they sowe in teares, shall reape in joy_. _Things, to their best perfection come, Not all at once; but, =some= and =some=._ [Illustration: POCO A POCO. ILLVSTR. XLV. _Book. 2_]