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| YEE that in lowly valleyes weeping sate, | |
| And taught your humble soules to mourne of late | |
| For sinnes, and suff’rings breeding griefes and feares, | |
| And made the riuers bigger with your teares, | |
| Now cease your sad complaints till fitter time, | 5 |
| And with those three belou’d apostles clime | |
| To lofty Thabor, where your happy eyes | |
| Shall see the sunne of glory brightly rise: | |
| Draw neere, and euer blesse that sacred hill, | |
| That there no heate may parch, no frost may kill | 10 |
| The tender plants; nor any thunder blast | |
| That top, by which all mountaines are surpast. | |
| By steepe and briery paths ye must ascend: | |
| But if ye know to what high scope ye tend, | |
| No let nor danger can your steps restraine— | 15 |
| The crags will easie seeme, the thickets plaine. | |
| Our Lord there stands, not with his painefull crosse | |
| Laid on his shoulders, mouing you to losse | |
| Of precious things, nor calling you to beare | |
| That burden which so much base worldlings feare. | 20 |
| Here are no promist hopes obscur’d with clouds, | |
| No sorrow with dim vailes true pleasure shrowds, | |
| But perfect ioy, which here discouered shines, | |
| To taste of heauenly light your thoughts inclines, | |
| And able is to weane deluded mindes | 25 |
| From fond delight, which wretched mortals blinds. | |
| Yet let not sense so much your reason sway, | |
| As to desire for euer here to stay; | |
| Refusing that sweet change which God prouides | |
| To those whom with his rod and staffe he guides. | 30 |
| Your happinesse consists not now alone | |
| In those high comforts, which are often throwne | |
| In plenteous manner from our Sauiour’s hand, | |
| To raise the fall’n, and cause the weake to stand: | |
| But ye are blest, when being trodden downe, | 35 |
| Ye taste his cup, and weare his thorny crowne. | |
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