For the restoration of my dear Husband from a burning Ague June 1661

When feares and sorrowes me besett,

Then did'st thou rid me out;

When heart did faint and spirits quail,

Thou comforts me about.

Thou rais'st him vp I feard to loose,

Regau'st me him again:

Distempers thou didst chase away;

With strenght didst him sustain.

My thankfull heart, with Pen

The Goodnes of thy God;

Let thy obedience

He taught thee by his rod.

And with his staffe did thee support,

That thou by both may'st learn;

And 'twixt the good and evill way,

At last, thou mig'st discern.

Praises to him who hath not

My Soul as destitute;

Nor turnd his ear away from me,

But graunted hath my Suit.