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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

The Author to His Disconsolate Brother

LVII. Richard Brathwaite

LET not mishap deprive you of that hope

Which yields some relish to your discontent;

Ayme your affections at Heaven’s glorious scope,

Which showres downe comfort, when all comfort’s spent:

Then rest secure; that Power which you adore

Will make your joyes more full than ere before.

Let not the sunne, now shadowed with a cloud,

Make you suspect the sunne will never shine;

That ill which now seems ill, may once prove good:

Time betters that which was depravde by time.

Thus let my prayers, your teares, concord in one,

To reape heav’n’s comforts, when earth’s comfort’s gone.