. Emblems, divine and moral . -joyd fools can triumph in disease,And (as the careless pilgrim, being bitBy the tarantula, begins a fitOf life-concluding- laughter) waste our breathIn lavish pleasure, till we laugh to death. Hugo de Anima. What profit is there in vain glory, momentarymirth, the worlds power, the fleshs pleasure, fullriches, noble descent, and great desires ? Where istheir laughter ? Where is their mirth ? Where theirinsolence—their arrogance ? From how much joyto how much sadness! After how much mirth, howmuch misery! From how great glory are they fallen,to how great torment! W
. Emblems, divine and moral . -joyd fools can triumph in disease,And (as the careless pilgrim, being bitBy the tarantula, begins a fitOf life-concluding- laughter) waste our breathIn lavish pleasure, till we laugh to death. Hugo de Anima. What profit is there in vain glory, momentarymirth, the worlds power, the fleshs pleasure, fullriches, noble descent, and great desires ? Where istheir laughter ? Where is their mirth ? Where theirinsolence—their arrogance ? From how much joyto how much sadness! After how much mirth, howmuch misery! From how great glory are they fallen,to how great torment! What hath fallen to themmay befall thee, because thou art a man: thou art 34 EMBLEMS. BOOK I. of earth ; thou livest of earth; thou shalt return toearth. Death expecteth thee every where! Bewise, therefore, and expect death every where. Epig. 8. What ails the fool to laugh ? Does something pleaseHis vain conceit ? Or ist a mere disease ?Fool, giggle on, and waste thy wanton breath;Thy morning laughter breeds an evning Trultra cjms ilabilem. in Orbe 77us c/ta/tarru/ Tforld no can ejire,2y/«je Grciaat. vctw■ FootytcjiA wiff //rcetj-c BOOK I.—EMBLEM IX. 1 John II. 17. The world passeth away, and all the luststhereof. Draw near, brave sparks, whose spirits scorn tolightYour hallowd tapers but at honours flame;You, whose heroic actions take delightTo varnish over a new painted name;Whose high-bred thoughts disdain to take theirflight,But on th Icarian wings of babbling Fame;Behold, how tottring are your high-builtstoriesOf earth, whereon you trust the ground-work ofyour glories. And you, more brain-sick lovers, that can prizeA wanton smile before eternal joys; That know no heavu but in your mistress* eyes;That feel no pleasure but what sense enjoys: T 36 EMBLEMS. BOOK I. That can, like crown-distemperd fools, despiseTrue riches, and, like babies, whine for toys:Think ye the pageants of your hopes are ableTo stand secure on ear
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