. Emblemes . d is various, and the earth is vain \ Theres nothing certain here, theres nptji^g fare? We trudge, wc travel but from pain to pain, /And whats our onely griefs our onely car? ;The worlds a torment j he that would ejidp;jvoi;r To fiiul the way to reft^ mail feek the way tp i^ave her» .U07 U^^r , Booki. Emblems. 39 In ho. BeboU, the world is withered in it felf, yetfiom(hetb mour heartsy every rphere deaths every -where griefs every wheredefolation: Oft every ftde we are fmitten\on every fide filledwith hitternefsy and yet with the blind mind of carnal defirewe love he
. Emblemes . d is various, and the earth is vain \ Theres nothing certain here, theres nptji^g fare? We trudge, wc travel but from pain to pain, /And whats our onely griefs our onely car? ;The worlds a torment j he that would ejidp;jvoi;r To fiiul the way to reft^ mail feek the way tp i^ave her» .U07 U^^r , Booki. Emblems. 39 In ho. BeboU, the world is withered in it felf, yetfiom(hetb mour heartsy every rphere deaths every -where griefs every wheredefolation: Oft every ftde we are fmitten\on every fide filledwith hitternefsy and yet with the blind mind of carnal defirewe love her bitternefs: Itflieth, and we follow it-/it fallethyyet we fticlito it: And becaujewe cannot enjoy itfallen^ wsfall with ity and enjoy iti fallen. EPIG. ^. If Fortune hale, or envious Time but world turns round) and with the world we turn;When Fortune fees, and LynXty*^ Time is truft thy joycs, O worlditill then; the wind. 4» Emhlemes. X. ^0* .■■^-■ • •j-Ji-TiVi. ff^T ??^fa ~-. Viniif^P crckLncfid^. (^IU(2CCS- pv«i<<^ Book I* Emhlemes. 41 X. John. * Te are of your father the devH^ ^nd the lufis ofyour father ye mil do • HEres your right ground:waggc gently o*re this blacky*Tis a {hort caft 5 yare quickly at the , rub an inch or two j two crowns to one On this bowls fide : blow wind, *tis fairly thrown :The next bowPs woife that comes, come bowl awayj Mammon^ you know the ground untutourdjplay jYour laft: was gone, a yard of ftrength well fparM, Had touchd the block , your hand is (lill too paftime, Readers, to confume that day , Which without paftime flies too fwift away ISee how they labour; as if day and night Were both too fliort to ferve their loofe delight ?See how their curved bodies wreath, and skrue Such antlck {hapcs as Vroteus never knew :One raps an oath, another deals a curie 5 He never better bo*vrd j this never worfe:One rubs his itchlefs elbow, fhrugs and laughs. The tother bends his beetle brows, a
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