Classic Poem

The Wickeds rest is like the raging Deepe ,
whose smoothest Peace is rough intestine War
With whose Alar'ms they often start in sleepe;
whose Heart-strings , with such fretting Stops doe iarre
Yet as the Sea seemes calme, as other Brookes ,
till Windes arise, wherewith they rage as mad;
So, oft the Wicked man as smoothly lookes
in prosperous state, as he whom God doth glad.

And in this plight , he Saint it can aswell
(at least in shew) as can the holiest Saint
Yea, can (for glory ) in Good-workes excell;
and, Pietie in Word and Deed depaint:
But when Afflictions flawes beginne to blow,
He playes the Diuell both in Deed and Show .