A man prepar'd against all ills to come, That dares to dead the fire of martirdome: That sleeps at home; and sayling there at ease, Feares not the fierce sedition of the Seas: That's counter-proofe against the Farms mishaps, Undreadfull too of courtly thunderclaps: That weares one face (like heaven) and never showes A change, when Fortune either comes, or goes: That keepes his own strong guard, in the despight Of what can hurt by day, or harme by night: That takes and re-delivers every stroake Of Chance, (as made up all of rock, and oake:) That sighs at others death; smiles at his own Most dire and horrid crucifixion. Who for true glory suffers thus; we grant Him to be here our Christian militant. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAVES OF BREFFNY by EVA GORE-BOOTH THERE IS NO DEATH by JOHN LUCKEY MCCREERY FAR - FAR - AWAY (FOR MUSIC) by ALFRED TENNYSON THE VANISHERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER RECOMPENSE by JESSE M. BALL ALLEN |