Griefs.

Sorrows divided amongst many, less
Discruciate a man in deep distress.

Consider sorrows, how they are aright:
Grief, if't be great, 'tis short; if long, 'tis light.

The less our sorrows here and suff'rings cease,
The more our crowns of glory there increase.

That happiness does still the longest thrive,
Where joys and griefs have turns alternative.

Sorrows our portion are: ere hence we go,
Crosses we must have; or, hereafter woe.

God suffers not His saints and servants dear
To have continual pain or pleasure here;
But look how night succeeds the day, so He
Gives them by turns their grief and jollity.