I Should not care how hard my _Fortunes_ were, Might still my _Hopes_ be such, as now they are, Of helpes divine; nor feare, how poore I bee, If thoughts, yet, present, still may bide in mee. For, they have left assurance of such _ayd_, That, I am of no dangers, now afraid. Yea, now I see, mee thinkes, what weake and vaine _Supporters_ I have sought, to helpe sustaine My fainting heart; when some injurious hand, Would undermine the Station where I stand. Me thinks, I see how scurvie, and how base, It is to scrape for favours, and for grace, To men of earthly minds; and unto those, Who may, perhaps, before to morrow lose Their Wealth, (or their abus’d Authoritie) And, stand as much in want of helpe as I. Me thinks, in this _new-rapture_, I doe see The hand of _God_ from heaven supporting me, Without those _rotten-Ayds_, for which I whinde, When I was of my tother _vulgar-minde_: And, if in some one part of me it lay, I, now, could cut that _Limbe_ of mine away. Still, might I keepe this mind, there were enough _Within_ my selfe, (beside that cumbring stuffe Wee seeke _without_) which, husbanded aright, Would make mee _Rich_, in all the _Worlds_ despight. And, I have hopes, that, had shee quite bereft mee, Of those few _ragges_ and _toyes_, which, yet, are left me; I should on _God_, alone, so much depend, That, I should need, nor _Wealth_, nor other _Friend_. _True =Vertue=, firme, will alwayes bide, By whatsoever =suffrings= tride._ [Illustration: VIRTUS INEXPUGNABILIS. ILLVSTR. XXXVII. _Book. 3_]