Have been finding Robert Herrick helpful

(Kenny)

When you're going through one of life's brutal patches, you might find Robert Herrick's "His Savior's Words, Going to the Cross" helpful, or at least the last two stanzas, which run:

For Christ, your loving Savior, hath
Drunk up the wine of God's fierce wrath;
Only, there's left a little froth,

Less for to taste, than for to shew
What bitter cups had been your due,
Had He not drank them up for you.

I find it extraordinarily helpful to remind myself that, whatever I suffer in the way of malice and calumny, "It's just the froth on the cup."

Here's the whole poem ("transgression" in the second stanza is pronounced roughly "transgres-see-own"):

His Savior's Words, Going to the Cross

Have, have ye no regard, all ye
Who pass this way, to pity me
Who am a man of misery?

A man both bruis'd, and broke, and one
Who suffers not here for mine own
But for my friends' transgression?

Ah! Sion's daughters, do not fear
The Cross, the Cords, the Nails, the Spear,
The Myrrh, the Gall, the Vinegar,

For Christ, your loving Savior, hath
Drunk up the wine of God's fierce wrath;
Only, there's left a little froth,

Less for to taste, than for to shew
What bitter cups had been your due,
Had He not drank them up for you.