SONNET To Patience

Down stormy passions, down; no more

Let your rude waves invade the shore

Where blushing reason sits and hides

Her from the fury of your tides.

Fit onely 'tis where you bear sway

That Fools or Franticks do obey;

Since judgment, if it not resists,

Will lose it self in your blind mists.

Fall easie Patience, fall like rest

Whose soft spells charm a troubled breast:

And where those Rebels you espy,

O in your silken cordage tie

Their malice up! so shall I raise

Altars to thank your power, and praise

The soveraign vertue of your Balm,

Which cures a Tempest by a Calm.