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Wo worth the Days! The Days I spent I' th' Regions of Discontent; Where I nought rightly understood, But thought Good, Evil; Evil, Good; Friends I deem'd Foes; Wrong I conceiv'd was done me; I Swell'd & Rege'd; whole Heaven could not Atone me: My Soul (tis known) was not my Own, so far it had undone me;

Health, Fame, and Wealth were full of Stings; Children, and Friends were no such Things; My wholesome food was Poison'd all, And Hony did but Swell my Gall; God was no God, Christ was no Christ to me, While thus I Drave in Discontentments Sea: Thank this first Vice, that Adam e're lost Paradice, and me,

Thus being Lost, wrong Course I Steerd, While neither Sun, nor Stars appear'd; Instead of Heav'n's Land, I made Hell, I knew't by its Sulphureous Smell: Coming on Waters, strait my LORD spy'd I; Avaunt, Fonl Fiend! Avoid, fell Foe! Cry'd I; So vilely I mistook, and therefore spake foul Blasphemy;

'Tis I, quoth He, Be not Afraid. Which Words He had no sooner said, But all my Discontents resil'd; The R'uffling Winds, and Waves were still'd; By what Time, Faith and Hope my Sailes could hoise, I got safe and firm Anch'rage in a trice, Within the very inmost Bays of blissfull Paradise.