. Emblems divine and moral . l inthe tents of Kedah ! Is Natures course dissolvd? doth Times glass stand ?Or hath some frolic heart set back the handOf Fates perpetual clock ? will t never strike ?Is crazy time grown lazy, faint, or sickWith very age ? or hath that great purroyal*Of adamantine sisters late made trialOf some new trade \ shall mortal hearts grow oldIn sorrow ? shall my weary arms infoldAnd underprop my panting sides for ever ?Is there no charitable hand will severMy well-spun thread, that my imprisond soulMay be delivered from this dull dark holeOf dungeon flesh ? O shall I, sha
. Emblems divine and moral . l inthe tents of Kedah ! Is Natures course dissolvd? doth Times glass stand ?Or hath some frolic heart set back the handOf Fates perpetual clock ? will t never strike ?Is crazy time grown lazy, faint, or sickWith very age ? or hath that great purroyal*Of adamantine sisters late made trialOf some new trade \ shall mortal hearts grow oldIn sorrow ? shall my weary arms infoldAnd underprop my panting sides for ever ?Is there no charitable hand will severMy well-spun thread, that my imprisond soulMay be delivered from this dull dark holeOf dungeon flesh ? O shall I, shall I neverBe ransomd, but remain a slave for ever ?It is the lot of man but once to die;But, ere that death, how many deaths have I!What human madness makes the world afraidTo entertain Heavns joys, because conveydBy th hand of Death ? Will Nakedness refuseRich change of robes, because the mans not spruceThat brought them ? or will Poverty send backFull bags of gold, because the bringers black ? * Purroyal; pair-royal. B O O. l: PtiiLiiijjo.^. ^vLf/ ffi J/.;srrAw,/r,„rvl<an/ ,l/iif //t f/ir Tc/iAv t/A()iiir / ///n,\t din// . BOOK V. EMBLEMS. 89 Life is a bubble, blown with whining breaths, Fiird with the torments of a thousand deaths ; Which, being prickd by death (while death deprives One life), presents the soul a thousand lives. O frantic mortal, how hath Earth bewitchd Thy bedlam soul, which hath so fondly pitchd Upon her false delights ! delights that cease Before enjoyment finds a time to please : Her fickle joys breed doubtful fears ; her fears Bring hopeful griefs; her griefs weep fearful tears; Tears coin deceitful hopes; hopes careful doubt; And surly passion jusiies passion out. To-day we pamper with a full repast Of lavish mirth ; at night we weep as fast: To-night we swim in wealth, and lend; to-morrow We sink in want, and find no friend to borrow. In what a climate doth my soul reside, Where pale-facd Murder, the first-born of Pride, Sets up he
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