. Emblems, divine and moral. New ed., carefully rev. and corr., with recommendatory prefaces by Augustus Toplady, and John Ryland . spurn,The world turns round, and with the world we turnWhen Fortune sees, and lynx-eyd Time is blind,Ill trust thy joys, O world; till then, the wind. s. BOOK I.—EMBLEM X. John viii. 44. Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts oft/ourfather ye will do. Heres your right ground : wag gently oer this black :Tis a short cast; y are quickly at the jack ;Rub, rub an inch or two ; two crowns to oneOn this bowls side; blow wind, tis fairly thrown :The next bowls wo
. Emblems, divine and moral. New ed., carefully rev. and corr., with recommendatory prefaces by Augustus Toplady, and John Ryland . spurn,The world turns round, and with the world we turnWhen Fortune sees, and lynx-eyd Time is blind,Ill trust thy joys, O world; till then, the wind. s. BOOK I.—EMBLEM X. John viii. 44. Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts oft/ourfather ye will do. Heres your right ground : wag gently oer this black :Tis a short cast; y are quickly at the jack ;Rub, rub an inch or two ; two crowns to oneOn this bowls side; blow wind, tis fairly thrown :The next bowls worse that comes; come, bowl away;Mammon, you know the ground untutord, play :Your last was gone ; a yard of strength, well spard,llad toucbd the block : your hand is still too pastime, readers, to consume that day,AVhich, without pastime, flies too swift away !See how they labour ; as if day and nightWere both too short to serve their*loose delight:See how their curved bodies writhe, and screwSuch antic shapes as Proteus never knew :One raps an oath, another deals a curse ;He never better blowd ; this vever worse:. UtriuCque o/fi// f/,al f/iHStJlvifSfriruftAcfnfi/vi\I// pii/itr sir/f, ntvFoffvSffli/trifitf Toys. BOOK I. EMBLEMS. 39 One rubs his itchless elbow, shrugs, and laughs, The other bends his beetle brows, and chafes : Sometimes they whoop, sometimes their Stygian cries Send their black Santos to the blushing skies: Thus mingling humours in a mad confusioD, They make bad premises, and worse conclusion : But Wheres the palm that fortunes hand allows To bless the victors honourable brows 1 Come, reader, come; Ill light thine eye the way To view the prize, the while the gamesters play: Close by the jack, behold, jill Fortune stands To wave the game; see in her partial hands The glorious garlands held in open show, To cheer the lads, and crown the conqurors brow. The worlds the jack ; the gamesters that contend Are Cupid, Mammon: that
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