. Emblems divine and moral . e happy he, whose nobler thoughts despise To make an object of so easy gains;Thrice happy he, who scorns so poor a prizeShould be the crown of his heroic pains :Thrice happy he, who neer was bom to tryHer frowns or smiles ; or being bom, did lieIn his sad nurses arms an hour or two, and die. 28 KMBI-RMS. BOOK I. S. AtTGXJST. lib. Confess. O you that dole upon this world, for what victorydo ye fight ? Your hopes can be crowned with nogreater reward than the world can give; and whatis the world, but a brittle thing iuU of dangers,wherein we travel from lesser to grea
. Emblems divine and moral . e happy he, whose nobler thoughts despise To make an object of so easy gains;Thrice happy he, who scorns so poor a prizeShould be the crown of his heroic pains :Thrice happy he, who neer was bom to tryHer frowns or smiles ; or being bom, did lieIn his sad nurses arms an hour or two, and die. 28 KMBI-RMS. BOOK I. S. AtTGXJST. lib. Confess. O you that dole upon this world, for what victorydo ye fight ? Your hopes can be crowned with nogreater reward than the world can give; and whatis the world, but a brittle thing iuU of dangers,wherein we travel from lesser to greater perils ?O let all her vain, light, momentary glory perishwith herself, and let us be conversant with moreeternal things. Alas ! this world is miserable;life is short, and death is sure. Epig. 4. My soul, whats lighter than a feather ? wind ? The fire. And what, than fire ? The lighter than the mind ! A thought. Than thought ?This bubble world. What, than this bubble ? Nought. BOOK !, 2S). I£U ctriiier oi-bii. 1 c;i. VII. ;.I. The fashion of this world passeth away. Gone are those golden days, whereinPale conscience started not at ugly sin; When good old Saturns peaceful throneVas unusurpd by his beardless son: When jealous (^s neer feard th abuseOf her chaste bed, or breach of nuptial truce 30 BOOK 1. When just Astrsea poisd her scalesIn mortal hearts, whose absence earth bewails : When froth-bom Venus and her brat,With all that spurious brood young Jove begat, In horrid shapes were yet unknown ;Those halcyon days, that golden age is gone. There was no client then to waitThe leisure of his long-taild advocate ; The talion law was in request,And Chancry courts were kept in every breast: Abused statutes had no tenters,And men could deal secure without indentures: There was no peeping hole to clearThe wittals eye from his incarnate fear: There were no lustful cinders thenTo broil the carbonadod hearts of men: The rosy cheeks did the
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