George Withers' Emblemes

Wee then have get the/ureU prop,
When God, alone-> becomes our Hope.
Illvstr. XXXVI.
Book.
Should not care how hard ray Fortunes were,
Might ftill my Hopes be fuch, as now they are,
Of helpes divine 5
nor feare,how poore I bee,
If thoughts, yet, prefent, ftill may bide in mee.
For, they have left affurance of fuch ayd,
That, I am of no dangers, now afraid.
Yea, now I fee, mee thinkes, what weakeand vaine
Supporters I have fought, to helpe fuftaine
My fainting heart 5
when fome injurious hand,
Would undermine the Station where I ftand.
Me thinks, I fee how fcurvie, and how bafe,
It is to fcrape for favours, and for grace,
To men of earthly minds j and unto thofe,
Who may, perhaps, before to morrow lofc
Their Wealth, Cor their abus'd Authorities
And, ftand as much in want of helpe as I.
Me thinks, in this new-rapture, I doe fee
The hand of God from heaven fupporring me,
Without thofe rotten-Ayds, for which I whinde,
When I was of my tother vulgar-minde:
And, if in fomc one part of me it lay,
I,now,could cut that Limbe of mine away.
StiII,might I keepethis mind, there were enough
Wtthin my felfe, (betide that cumbring fiuffe
Wee fceke without) which, husbanded aright,
Would make mee Rich,in all the Worlds defpight.
And, I have hopes, that, had fhee quite beiefr mee,
Of ihofe few ragges and toyes^hkh^yet^ic left me^
I fliould on &W,a!one, fo much depend,
That, I fliould need, nor Wealth, nor other Friend.
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