VERSES made by the Honourable Lord Arundel of Warder.  

Persecution no loss.  
WHat can we lose for him, when all we have  
Are but the Bounties which his favour gave;  
And which when Sufferings force us to restore,  
God only takes them but to give us more;  
And by a happy change doth kinder prove,  
He takes our Fortune, but he gives his Love.  
How vainly should that Beggar chide his Fate,  
That quits his Dunghill for a Chair of State?  
So fares it with Us, when God doth displace  
The Gifts of Fortunes for the Gifts of Grace:  
God did on sufferings set so high esteem,  
He that was chose the lost World to Redeem,  
And when his Love and Nature were at strife,  
He valued more his Sufferings than his Life:  
And shall Opinion have more power to move,  
Then his Examples, Doctrine, or his Love?  
Love makes Afflictions easy; to complain  
Lessens our Merit, and augments our Pain.  
Let's humbly then submit to his Design,  
And give that freely that we most resign;  
So shall our Losses prove the best increase,  
Of future Glory, and of present Peace;  
— Which grant for thy Passion.   

God chastiseth those he loves.  
IF then the earnest of thy Favours be  
Afflictions, good God, let them light on me;  
I Glory more in such a kind distress,  
Then in all Comforts, where thy Love is less;  
And by my Misery I will make it known  
In spite of all the world how much I'm thy own;  
No fruitful showers shall by the thrifty plant  
Be kindlier entertained, then scorn and want,  
Or loss of Honour, Fortune, or Delight,  
Shall be by me, that which once did fright,  
And filled my troubled mind with care and grief,  
Shall be my future Honour and Relief:  
I never more will court a smiling Fate,  
Since he's so happy that is desolate;  
Afflictions shall be easy, for they come  
Like friendly showers to drive us sooner home;  
Then by thy love such charms are in them found  
To cure the Heart which they intent to wound;  
Such strange Effects doth Grace in us produce,  
As change as well their Nature, as their Use.   

Considerations before the Crucifix.  
WHen I behold thee on that fatal Tree  
Sweet Jesus, suffering! and it is for 〈◊〉  
When I consider in that purple flood,  
My Sins rubbed out, but with thy Life and Bl●●●  
When I reflect how dear my Soul hath cos●  
I'm moved to wish it rather had been lost:  
For how can that life please, that doth destr●●  
The life of him of whom we life enjoy?  
And to wish thou hadst not suffered so,  
Were to reproach thy Love and Wisdom too  
And if we joy in what thy Death hath brou●●●  
We must allow the Pains by which 'twas wrought  
So that our Joy and Grief united lie;  
Nature's life is, to have her Maker die.  
It is thy Will dear Lord must be obeyed,  
And in that Duty both those Debts are paid.  
O let my Soul in a due measure find,  
A Joy becoming a mourning mind;  
A true Joy in thy Will, even whilst it made  
Sun shine in Nature, by thy Godhead shad●  
A grief to see the Torments Sin did merit;  
A Man deserved God should himself inherit,  
That so divided 'twixt thy Pain and Will,  
I may Rejoice, and Joy, and yet grieve sti●●  
Adoring the Triumph of thy great Love,  
That weeping here, we may rejoice above.   

Upon the Pains of Hell.  
O Restless Groans! O slothful Tears!  
O vain Desires of fruitless Tears!  
One timely Sighs had eased that Flame,  
Which Millions now do seek in vain;  
Eternal Penance now's thy Fate,  
For having wept and sighed too late:  
That short remorse that thou didst fly,  
Is changed into Eternity;  
Neglected Mercy hath no room,  
When Justice once hath fixed his Doom.  
Prevent then timely by thy care,  
That endless Penance of Despair;  
And weep betimes, your Tears here may  
Turn Night into Eternal Day;  
It's only they have power to move,  
And turn God's Blessing into Love;  
If by the virtue of his Grace,  
Thou showest them a proper place;  
Which grant we may for Christ's sake.