hough clogg'd with weights of miſeries,

Palm-like depreſs'd, I higher riſe.

And as th' unmoved Rock out-braves

The boyſt'rous winds, and raging waves;

So triumph I. And ſhine more bright

In ſad Affliction's darkſom night.

That ſplendid, but yet toilſome Crown,

Regardleſly I trample down.

With joy I take this Crown of Thorn,

Though ſharp, yet eaſie to be born.

That heav'nly Crown, already mine,

I view with eyes of faith divine.

I ſlight vain things; and do embrace

Glory, the juſt reward of Grace.

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"The Explanation of the Emblem" from Eikon Basilike