. Quarles' emblems, divine and moral: together with hieroglyphics of the life of man . uch Jadnejs ! Ajterhow much mirth, hozu much mifery! From hew greatglory are they fallen, to how great torment ! What hathfallen to them, may hefal thee, hecaufe thou art a ?nan:thou art of earth; thou Hveji of earth ; thou /halt returnto earth. Death expe^eio theeevery where: be wife,therefore, and expe£i death every-where. EPIG. 8. What ails the fool to laugh ? Does fomething pleafeHis vain conceit r Or ist a mere difeafe ?■Fool, giggle on, and wade thy wanton breath ;Thy morning laughter breeds an evning
. Quarles' emblems, divine and moral: together with hieroglyphics of the life of man . uch Jadnejs ! Ajterhow much mirth, hozu much mifery! From hew greatglory are they fallen, to how great torment ! What hathfallen to them, may hefal thee, hecaufe thou art a ?nan:thou art of earth; thou Hveji of earth ; thou /halt returnto earth. Death expe^eio theeevery where: be wife,therefore, and expe£i death every-where. EPIG. 8. What ails the fool to laugh ? Does fomething pleafeHis vain conceit r Or ist a mere difeafe ?■Fool, giggle on, and wade thy wanton breath ;Thy morning laughter breeds an evning death, IX. I John ii. 17. The worldpafjeth away, and all the lujls thereof. I. [light 1^RAW near, brave fparks, whofe fpirits fcorn toJL^ Your hallowd tapers but at honours fiame jYou, whofe heroic a<Slions take delight To varnilli over a new painted name ;Whofe high-bred thoughts difdain to take their flightBut on th Icarianv^ings of babbling fatne ;Behold, how tottring are your high-built ftoriesQf earth; v/hereon you truft the ground-work of your rplories.^^ And R.\.£ni/^. Fridtra qrus fiaLilem figat in. Orbe cJiancfiri^ War/// nr lastih^ .7f>v& ctift t/trr ,The sfififirvGrouftef \ptir Hf//rfereu^ Book I. 27 you, more brain-fick lovers, that can prize A wanton fmile before eternal joys;That know no heaven but in your midrefs eyes; That feel no pleafure but what fenfe enjoys:That can, like crown-diftemperd fools, defpife True riches, and like babies whine/or toys: Think ye the pageants of your hopes are ableTo (land fecure on earth, when earth itfelfs unflablc r 3- Come, dunghill worldlings, you that root like fwine. And caft up golden trenches where ye come:Wbofeonly pleafure is to undermine, And view the fecrets of your mothers womb :Come, bring your faint pouchM in his leathern (hrine, And fummon all your griping angels home; Behold your world, the bank of all your (lore,The world ye fo admire, the world ye fo adore. 4. A
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