As He Was Valiant, I

Affliction May One Day Smile Again; And Till Then, Sit Thee Down, Sorrow!.

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

What's Past And What's To Come Is Strew'd With Husks And Formless Ruin Of Oblivion.

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.

So Full Of Artless Jealousy Is Guilt, It Spills Itself In Fearing To Be Spilt.