Since Christ embrac'd the Crosse it selfe, dare I 
His image, th'image of his Crosse deny? 
Would I have profit by the sacrifice, 
And dare the chosen Altar to despise? 
It bore all other sinnes, but is it fit 
That it should beare the sinne of scorning it? 
Who from the picture would avert his eye, 
How would he flye his paines, who there did dye? 
From mee, no Pulpit, nor misgrounded law, 
Nor scandall taken, shall this Crosse withdraw, 
It shall not, for it cannot; for, the losse 
Of this Crosse, were to mee another Crosse; 
Better were worse, for, no affliction, 
No Crosse is so extreme, as to have none. 
Who can blot out the Crosse, with th'instrument 
Of God, dew'd on mee in the Sacrament? 
Who can deny mee power, and liberty 
To stretch mine armes, and mine owne Crosse to be? 
Swimme, and at every stroake, thou art thy Crosse; 
The Mast and yard make one, where seas do tosse; 
Looke downe, thou spiest out Crosses in small things; 
Looke up thou seest birds rais'd on crossed wings; 
All the Globes frame, and spheares, is nothing else 
But the Meridians crossing Parallels. 
Materiall Crosses then, good physicke bee, 
But yet spirituall have chiefe dignity. 
These for extracted chimique medicine serve, 
And cure much better, and as well preserve; 
Then are you your own physicke, or need none, 
When Still' d, or purg'd by tribulation. 
For when that Crosse ungrudg'd, unto you stickes, 
Then are you to your selfe, a Crucifixe. 
As perchance, Carvers do not faces make, 
But that away, which hid them there, do take. 
Let Crosses, soe, take what hid Christ in thee, 
And be his image, or not his, but hee. 
But, as oft Alchimists doe coyners prove, 
So may a selfe-dispising, get selfe-love; 
And then as worst surfets, of best meates bee, 
Soe is pride, issued from humility, 
For, 'tis no child, but monster; therefore Crosse 
Your joy in crosses, else, 'tis double losse, 
And crosse thy senses, else, both they, and thou 
Must perish soone, and to destruction bowe. 
For if the'eye seeke good objects, and will take 
No crosse from bad, wee cannot scape a snake. 
So with harsh, hard, sowre, stinking, crosse the rest, 
Make them indifferent all; call nothing best. 
But most the eye needs crossing, that can rome, 
And move; To th'other th'objects must come home. 
And crosse thy he art: for that in man alone 
Points downewards, and hath palpitation. 
Crosse those dejections, when it downeward tends, 
And when it to forbidden heights pretends. 
And as the braine through bony walls doth vent 
By sutures, which a Crosses forme present, 
So when thy braine workes, ere thou utter it) 
Crosse and correct concupiscence of Witt. 
Be covetous of Crosses, let none fall. 
Crosse no man else, but crosse thy selfe in all. 
Then doth the Crosse of Christ worke fruitfully 
Within our hearts, when wee love harmlessly 
That Crosses pictures much, and with more care 
That Crosses children, which our Crosses are.