Pity To The Prostrate.

God doth embrace the good with love; and gains
The good by mercy, as the bad by pains.

I cannot suffer; and in this my part
Of patience wants. Grief breaks the stoutest heart.

Nothing can be more loathsome than to see
Power conjoin'd with Nature's cruelty.

In the hope of ease to come,
Let's endure one martyrdom.

Sorrows our portion are: ere hence we go,
Crosses we must have; or, hereafter woe.

Nero commanded; but withdrew his eyes
From the beholding death and cruelties.