Classic Poem

The Crosse and Crowne , on Earth , our value try;
 as Crownes alone, in Heau'n , our vertue crowne:
In Earth , if crown'd, we swell in Heart too hie,
 and, vnder Crosses we lie basely downe.

But yet, if Grace doe Nature ouer-sway,
 and that a Crosse or Crowne , alike we beare,
A pride of Grace , our Nature , will bewray;
 so in our Nature, Sinne , though dead, doth steere.

And yet this Pride doth humble vs the more;
 for when we mind it, griefe doth vs pursue:
So, is our Sore still curèd by our Sore;
 for, still we heale as we our griefe renew:
   This , is a Worke of Nature; that , of Grace;
  And this and that , runnes with vs all our Race .