That Persecutors of Truth, Are Their Owne Tormentors

If Vertues Sonnes be plagu'd with Vices Broode,
(sith they, by Nature , still doe disagree)
It's for the vicious plague , and vertuous good ,
which both shall kere , or else where , shortly see.

If our good life , our Enemies encrease,
that had encrease , in that great good , is drown'd;
Who fight against themselues, but for our Peace ;
and through our Weeds their Hearts and Soules do wound!

Our Sauiour , through his Death , did Death subdue
to make vs conquer by enduring strife:
Then, what though They, to Death , doe vs pursue,
when, through our Death , they dye to giue vs life?
But with such proofes , none but such Saints are prou'd
That of his Iudge , in death was fear'd and lou'd .
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