[3812] “Spera Batte, tibi melius lux Crastina ducet;
Dum spiras spera”------

Cheer up, I say, be not dismayed; Spes alit agricolas:  “he that sows in tears, shall reap in joy,” Psal. cxxvi. 7.

       “Si fortune me tormente,
        Esperance me contente.”

Hope refresheth, as much as misery depresseth; hard beginnings have many times prosperous events, and that may happen at last which never was yet.  “A desire accomplished delights the soul,” Prov. xiii. 19.

[3813] “Grata superveniet quae non sperabitur hora:” 

       “Which makes m’enjoy my joys long wish’d at last,
        Welcome that hour shall come when hope is past:” 

a lowering morning may turn to a fair afternoon, [3814]_Nube solet pulsa candidus ire dies_.  “The hope that is deferred, is the fainting of the heart, but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life,” Prov. xiii. 12, [3815]_suavissimum est voti compos fieri_.  Many men are both wretched and miserable at first, but afterwards most happy:  and oftentimes it so falls out, as [3816]Machiavel relates of Cosmo de Medici, that fortunate and renowned citizen of Europe, “that all his youth was full of perplexity, danger, and misery, till forty years were past, and then upon a sudden the sun of his honour broke out as through a cloud.”  Huniades was fetched out of prison, and Henry the Third of Portugal out of a poor monastery, to be crowned kings.

       “Multa cadunt inter calicem supremaque labra,”

       “Many things happen between the cup and the lip,”

beyond all hope and expectation many things fall out, and who knows what may happen? Nondum omnium dierum Soles occiderunt, as Philippus said, all the suns are not yet set, a day may come to make amends for all.  “Though my father and mother forsake me, yet the Lord will gather me up,” Psal. xxvii. 10.  “Wait patiently on the Lord, and hope in him,” Psal. xxxvii. 7.  “Be strong, hope and trust in the Lord, and he will comfort thee, and give thee thine heart’s desire,” Psal. xxvii. 14.

       “Sperate et vosmet rebus servate secundis.”

       “Hope, and reserve yourself for prosperity.”

Fret not thyself because thou art poor, contemned, or not so well for the present as thou wouldst be, not respected as thou oughtest to be, by birth, place, worth; or that which is a double corrosive, thou hast been happy, honourable, and rich, art now distressed and poor, a scorn of men, a burden to the world, irksome to thyself and others, thou hast lost all:  Miserum est fuisse, felicem, and as Boethius calls it, Infelicissimum genus infortunii; this made Timon half mad with melancholy, to think of his former fortunes and present misfortunes:  this alone makes many miserable wretches discontent.  I confess it is a great misery to have been happy, the quintessence of infelicity, to have been honourable and rich, but yet easily to be endured:  [3817]security succeeds, and to a judicious man a far better estate.  The loss of thy goods and money is no loss; [3818] “thou hast lost them, they would otherwise have lost thee.”  If thy money be gone, [3819]"thou art so much the lighter,” and as Saint Hierome persuades Rusticus the monk, to forsake all and follow Christ:  “Gold and silver are too heavy metals for him to carry that seeks heaven.”