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The Authour to his disconsolate Brother.

Let not mishap depriue you of that hope,
Which yeelds some relish to your discontent,
Ayme your affections at heauens glorious scope,
Whic showres downe comfort, when all comfort's spent.
Then rest secure, that power which you adore,
Will make your ioyes more full then ere before.
Let not the Sunne now shadowed with a cloud,
Make you suspect the Sunne will neuer shine,
That ill, which now seemes ill, may once proue good,
Time betters that, which was depraude by time.
Thus let my prayers, your teares concord in one,
To reape heau'ns comforts, when earths comfort's gone.