Classic Poem

In Gods Word, as there is most precious balm
Of the true Gilead , sins hot heat to calm,
Having refreshment for the soul that's weary,
Ne're leading of the poore and solitary;

There is so likewise in Gods blessed Word
Heart-breaking terrours, that do feares afford,
On them who sin affect with sole delight
Rending and tearing so the heart to fright,
Not leaving still to prick the same with feare
By godly sorrow, as if thorns were there,
Vntill the conscience once affected rend,
Resolving never more on sin t'attend:
Great Reverend Prelate, thus Gods Word by you
Hath power as a rough thorn , to say but true,
Ever bin herough thorn , the Muses sue.