Sauce For Sorrows.

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

When one is past, another care we have:
Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.

For all our works a recompence is sure;
'Tis sweet to think on what was hard t'endure.

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

Sorrows divided amongst many, less
Discruciate a man in deep distress.

We merit all we suffer, and by far
More stripes than God lays on the sufferer.