Discourage not your selves, although you see The weather blacke, and _stormes_ prolonged be. What though it fiercely _raines_, and thunders loud? Behold, there is a _Raine-bow_ in the _Cloud_, Wherein, a trustfull promise may be found, That, quite, your _little-worlds_, shall not be drown’d. The _Sun-shine_, through the foggy mists appeare, The lowring _Skie_, begins againe to cleare; And, though the _Tempest_, yet, your eyes affright, Faire weather may befall you, long ere night. Such comfort speakes our _Emblem_, unto those, Whom stormie _Persecution_ doth enclose; And, comforts him, that’s for the present sad, With hopes, that better seasons may bee had. There is nor trouble, sorrow, nor distresse, But mitigation hath, or some release. Long _use_, or _time_, the storme away will turne, Else, _Patience_ makes it better to be borne. Yea, _sorrowes_ lowring dayes, will come and goe, As well as prosp’rous houres of _Sunshine_ doe; And, when 'tis past, the _paine_ that went before, Will make the following pleasure seeme the more. For, hee, hath promis’d, whom we may beleeve, His blessing, unto those that _mourne_ and _grieve_; And, that, though sorrow much dejects their head, In ev’ry need, wee shall be comforted. This promise I beleeve; in ev’ry griefe, Performe it, _Lord_, and helpe my unbeliefe: So, others viewing how thou cheerest mee, Shall, in all _sorrows_, put their trust in thee. _For whatsoever, =Man= doth strive, The Conquest, =God= alone, doth give._ [Illustration: OMNIS VICTORIA A DOMINO. ILLVSTR. XXXIII. _Book. 4_]