. Emblems divine and moral . ith youth, with age expire:The worlds a bubble; all the pleasures in it,Like morning vapours, vanish in a minute ;The vapours vanish, and the bubbles broke ;A slave to pleasure is a slave to , Stoic, cease thy laughter, and repastThy pickled cheeks with tears, and weep as fast. 88 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. S. HiERON. That rich man is great, who thinketh not himselfgreat because he is rich; the proud man (who isthe poor man,) braggeth outwardly, but beggethinwardly ; he is blown up, but not full. Petr Rav. Vexation and anguish accompany riches and hon-our : the pomp
. Emblems divine and moral . ith youth, with age expire:The worlds a bubble; all the pleasures in it,Like morning vapours, vanish in a minute ;The vapours vanish, and the bubbles broke ;A slave to pleasure is a slave to , Stoic, cease thy laughter, and repastThy pickled cheeks with tears, and weep as fast. 88 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. S. HiERON. That rich man is great, who thinketh not himselfgreat because he is rich; the proud man (who isthe poor man,) braggeth outwardly, but beggethinwardly ; he is blown up, but not full. Petr Rav. Vexation and anguish accompany riches and hon-our : the pomp of the world, and the favour of thepeople, are but smoke, and a blast suddenly van-ishing ; which if they commonly please, commonlybring repentance! and, for a minute of joy, theybring an age of sorrow. Epig. 4. Cupid, thy diets strange: it dulls, it cools, it heats ; it binds, and then it looses:Dull-sprightly, cold-hot fool, if eer it winds theeInto a looseness once, take heed, it binds thee. BOOK 2. EMBLEMS. 89. iVoM omne quod lac iiiicut auinim XXIU. 5. Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? forriches make themselves winjjs; they fly away as aneagle. False world, thou lyst: thou canst not lend The least delight:Thy favours cannot gain a friend. They are so slight: 90 EMBLEMS. UOOK 2. Tliy morning pleasures make an end To please at night:Poor are the wants that thou supplyst;And yet thou vauntst, and yet thou vystWith Heaven; fond earth, thou boastst; false world, thou lyst. Thy babbling tongue tells golden tales Of endless treasure :Thy bounty offers easy sales Of lasting pleasure;Thou askst the conscience what she ails, And swearst to ease her:Theres none can want where thou supplyst,Theres none can give where thou denyst,Alas, fond world, thou boastst; false world, thou lyst. What well advised ear regards What earth can say ?Thy words are gold, but thy rewards Are painted clay :Thy cunning can but pack the cards, Thou canst not play:Thy game
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