dawb'd with slesh and bloud Hang'd round with silks and gold repair'd with food Cost idly spent That cost doth but prolong Thy thraldome Fool thou mak'st thy jail too strong IX PHILIPPIANS 1. 23. I am in a strait between two having a desire to be dissolved and to be with Christ 1 WHat meant our carefull parents so to wear And lavish out their ill expended houres To purchase for us large possessions here Which though unpurchas'd are too truly ours What meant they ah what meant they to indure Such loads of needlesse labour to procure And make that thing our own which was our own too sure 2 What mean these liv'ries and possessive keyes What mean these bargains and these needlesse sales What need these jealous these suspitious wayes Of law-divis'd and law-dissolv'd entails No need to sweat for gold wherewith to buy Estates of high-priz'd land no need to tie Earth to their heirs were they but clogg'd with earth as I. 3 O were their souls but clogg'd with earth as I They would not purchase with so 〈◊〉 an itch They would not take of almes what now they buy Nor call him happy whom the world counts rich They would not take such pains project and prog To charge their shoulders with so great a log Who hath the greater lands hath but the greater clog 4 I cannot do an act which earth disdains not I cannot think a thought which earth corrupts not I cannot speak a word which earth profanes not I cannot make a vow earth interrupts not If I but offer up an early grone Or spread my wings to Heav'ns long-long'd for throne She darkens my complaints and drags my offering down 5 〈◊〉 like the hawk whose keepers wary hands Have made a prisner to her wethring stock Forgetting quite the pow'r of her fast bands Makes a rank bate from her forsaken block But her too faithfull 〈◊〉 doth soon restrain Her broken flight attempted oft in vain It gives her loyns a twitch and tugs her back again 6 So when my soul directs her better eye To Heav'ns bright Pallace where my treasure lies I spread my willing wings but cannot fly Earth hales me down I cannot cannot rise When I but strive to mount the least degree Earth gives a jerk and foils me on my knee Lord how my soul is rackt betwixt the world and thee 7 Great God I spread my feeble wings in vain In vain I offer my extended hands I cannot mount till thou unlink my chain I cannot come till thou release my bands Which if thou please to break and then supply My wings with spirit th' Eagle shall not sly A pitch that 's half so fair nor half so swift as I. BONAVENT cap. 1. Soliloq Ah sweet Jesus pierce the marrow of my seul with the 〈◊〉 shafts of thy love that it may truly burn and melt and languish with the onely desire of thee that it may desire to be dissolved and to be with thee Let it hunger alone for the bread of life let it thirst after thee the spring and fountain of eternall light the stream of true pleasure let it alwaies desire thee seek thee and find thee and sweetly rest in thee EPIG. 9. What will thy shackles neither loose nor break Are they too strong or is thy arm too weak Art will prevail where knotty strength denies My soul there 's Aquasortis in thine eyes X. PSALM 142. 7. Bring my soul out of prison that I may prayse thy name MY Soul is like a bird my slesh the cage Wherein she wears her weary pilgrimage Of houres as few as evil dayly fed With sacred wine and sacramentall bread The keyes that lock her in and let her out Are Birth and Death 'twixt both she hops about From perch to perch from sense to reason then From higher reason down to sense again From sense she climbs to faith where for a season She sits and sings then down again to reason From reason back to faith and straight from thence She rudely slutters to the perch of sense From sense to hope then hops from hope to doubt From doubt to dull despair there seeks about For desp'rate freedome and at ev'ry grate She wildly thrusts and begs th' untimely date Of unexpired thraldome to release Th' afflicted captive that can find no peace Thus am I coop'd within this fleshly cage I wear my youth and wast my weary age Spending that breath which was ordain'd to chaunt Heav'ns prayses forth in sighes and sad complaint Whilst happier birds can spread their nimble wing From shrubs to cedars and there chirp and sing In choice of raptures the harmonious story Of mans redemption and his Makers glory You glorious Martyrs you illustrious troops That once were cloyster'd in your fleshly coops As fast as I what rhet'rick had your tonguâ—…s What dextrous Art had your Elegiak songs What Paul-like pow'r had your admir'd devotion What shackle-breaking faith infus'd such motion To your strong prayers that could obtain the boon To be inlarg'd to be uncag'd so soon When I poore I can sing my dayly tears Grown old in bondage and can find no ears You great partakers of eternall glory That with your Heav'n-prevailing Oratory Releas'd your souls from your terrestriall cage Permit the passion of my holy rage To recommend my sorrows dearly known To you in dayes of old and once your own To your best thoughts but oh't doth not befit ye To move your pray'rs you love and joy not pittie Great Lord of souls to whom should prisners slie But thee Thou hadst thy cage as well as I And for my sake thy pleasure was to know The sorrows that it brought and felâ—…st them too O set me free and I will spend those daves Which now I wast in begging in thy prayse ANSELM in Protolog cap. 1. O miserable condition of mankind that has lost that for which he was created Alas what hath he lost And what hath he found He hath lost happinesse for which he was made and found misery for which he was not made What is gone and what is lest That thing is gone without which he is unhappy that thing is left by which he is miserable O wretched men From whence are we expelled To what are we impelled whence are we thrown And whither are we burried From our home into banishment from the sight of God into our own 〈◊〉 from the pleasure of immortalitie to the bitterâ—…esse of death Miserable change from how great a good to how great an evil Ah me what have I enterprised what haâ—…e I done whither did I go whither am I come EPIG. 10. Pauls midnight-voyce prevail'd his musicks thunder Unhing'd the prison doores split bolts in sunder And sitst thou here and hang'st the feble wing And whin'st to be enlarg'd soul learn to sing XI PSALM 42. 1. As the Hart panteth after the water-brooks so panteth my soul after thee O God 1 HOw shall my tongue expresse that hallow'd fire Which Heav'n hath
EMBLEMES CAMBRIDGE Printed by RD for Francis Eglesfeild and are to be sold at the signe of the Marigold in St. Pauls Church-yard 16â—◠〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Haec laus hic apex Sapientiae est ea viventem appetere quae morienti forent appetenda TO My much honoured and no lesse truly beloved Friend EDW. BENLOWES Esquire My dear Friend YOu have put the Theorboe into my hand and I have played You gave the Musician the first encouragement the Musick returneth to you for Patronage Had it been a light Ayre no doubt but it had taken the most and among them the worst But being a grave Strayn my hopes are that it will please the best and among them You. Toyish Ayres please triviall eares They kisse the fancy and betray it They cry Hail first and after Crucifie Let Dorrs delight to immerd themselves in dungwhilest Eagles scorn so poore a Game as Flies Sir you have Art and Candour Let the one judge let the other excuse Your most affectionate Friend FRA. QUARLES What heere wee see is but a graven face Onely the shaddow of yt brittle case Wherein were treasurd up those gems wch he Hath left behind him to Posterity To the Reader AN Embleme is but a silent Parable Let not the tender Eye check to see the allusion to our blessed Saviour figured in these Types In holy Scripture he is sometimes called a Sower sometimes a Fisher sometimes a Physician And why not presented so as well to the eye as to the eare Before the knowledge of letters God was known by Hieroglyphicks And indeed what are the Heavens the Earth â—…ay every Creature but Hieroglyphicks and Emblemes of His Glory I have no more to say I wish thee as much pleasure in the reading as I had in the writing Farewell Reader BY Fathers back'd by Holy Writ led on Thou shew'st a way to Heav'n by Helicon The Muses Font is consecrate by Thee And Poesie baptiz'd Divinitie Blest soul that here embark'st Thou sail'st apace 'T is hard to say mov'd more by Wit or Grace Each Muse so plyes her Oar but O the Sail Is fill'd from Heav'n with a Diviner Gale When Poets prove Divines why should not I Approve in Verse this Divine Poetry Let this suffice to licence thee the Presse I must no more nor could the Truth say lesse Sic approbavit RICH. LOVE Procan Cantabrigiensis Tot Flores QUARLES quot Paradisus habet Lectori bene-male-volo Qui legit ex Horto hoc Flores Qui carpit Utâ—rque Jure potest VIOLAS dicere jure ROSAS Non è Parnasso VIOLAM Paestive ROSETO Carpit Apollo magìs quae sit amoena ROSAM Quot Versus VIOLAS legis Quem verba loâ—â—â—â—um Credis verbà dedit Nam dedit Ille ROSAS Utque Ego non dicam haec VIOLAS suavissima Tâ—â—â— Ipse facis VIOLAS Livide si violas Nam velu◠è VIOLIS sibi sugit Araâ—ea virus Vertis ità in succos Hasque ROSASque tuos Quas violas Mùâ—as VIOLAS puto quasque recusaâ— Dente tuo rosas has reor esse ROSAS Sic rosas facis esse ROSAS dùm 〈◊〉 rodis Sic facis has VIOLAS Livide dum violas Brent Hall 1634. EDVV. BENLOVVES THE FIRST BOOK The Invocation ROwze thee my soul and drein thee from the dregs Of vulgar thoughts Skrue up the heightned pegs Of thy sublime Theorboe foure notes higher And higher yet that so the 〈◊〉 mouth'd Quire Of swift-wing'd Seraphims may come and joyn And make thy consort more than halfe divine Invoke no Muse Let heav'n be thy Apollo And let his sacred influences hallow Thy high-bred strains Let his full beams inspite Thy ravish'd brains with more heroick 〈◊〉 Snatch thee a Quill from the spread Eagles wing And like the morning Lark mount up and sing Cast off these dangling plummets that so clog Thy lab'ring heart which gropes in this dark fog Of dungeon-earth Let flesh and bloud 〈◊〉 To stop thy flight till this base world appear A thin blew Lanskip Let thy pineons sore So high a pitch that men may seem no more Than Pismires crawling on this Mole-hill earth Thy eare untroubled with their frantick mirth Let not the frailtie of thy flesh disturb Thy new-concluded peace Let Reason 〈◊〉 Thy hot-mouth'd Passion and let heav'ns fire season The fresh Conceits of thy corrected Reason Disdain to warm thee at Lusts smokie fires Scorn scorn to feed on thy old bloat desires Come come my soul hoyse up thy higher sails The wind blowes fair Shall we still creep like Snails That gild their wayes with their own native slimes No we must flie like Eâ—…gles and our Rhimes Must mount â—…o heav'n and reach th' Olympick eaâ—… Our heav'n-blown fire must seek no other Sphear Thou great Theanthropos that giv'st and ground'st Thy gifts in dust and from out dunghill crown'st Reflected Honour taking by retail What thou hast giv'n in grosse from lapsed frail And sinfull man that drink'st full draughts wherein Thy Childrens leprous fingers scurf'd with Sin Have padled cleanse O cleanse my crafty Soul From secret crimes and let my thoughts controul My thoughts O teach me stoutly to deny My self that I may be no longer I Enrich my fancie clarifie my thoughts Resine my drosse O wink at humane faults And through this slender conduit of my Quill Convey thy Current whose clear streams may fill The hearts of men with love their tongues with prayse Crown me with Glory Take who list the Bayes I. JAM 1. 14. Every man is tempted when he is drawn away by his own lust and enticed Serpent Eve Serp. NOt eat Not tast Not touch Not cast an eye Upon the fruit of this faiâ—… Tree And why Why eat'st thou not what Heav'n ordain'd for food Or canst thou think that bad which heav'n call'd Good Why was it made if not to be enjoy'd Neglect of favours makes a favour void Blessings unus'd pervert into a Wast As well as Surfets Woman Do but tast See how the laden boughs make silent suit To be enjoy'd Look how their bending fruit Meet thee half-way Observe but how they crouch To kisse thy hand Coy woman Do but touch Maâ—…k what a pure Vermilion blush has dy'd Their swelling cheeks and how for shame they hide Their palsie heads to see themselves stand by Neglected Woman Do but cast an eye What bounteous heav'n ordain'd for use refuse not Come pull and eat Y' abuse the thing ye use not Eve Wisest of Beasts our great Creatour did Reserve this Tree and this alone forbid The rest are freely ours which doubtlesse are As pleasing to the tast toth' eye as fair But touching this his strict commands are such T is death to tast no lesse than death to touch Serp. Pish death 's a fable Did not heav'n inspire Your equall Elements with living Fire Blown from the spring of life Is not that breath Immortall Come ye are as free from death As He that made ye Can the flames expire Which he has kindled
Let Hymens easie snarles be quite forgot Time cannâ—…t quench our â—…ites nor death dissolve our knot ORIG. Hom. 10. in divers O most holy Lord and sweetest Master how good art thou to those that are of upright heart and humble spirit O how blessed are they that seek thee with a simple heart How happy that trust in thee It is a most certain truth that thou lovest all that love thee and never forsakest those that trust in thee For behold thy Love simply sought thee and undoubtedly found thee She trusted in thee and is not forsaken of thee but hath obtained more by thee then she expected from thee BEDA in cap. 3. Cant. The longer I was in finding whom I sought the more earnestly I held him beâ—…ng found EPIG. 12. What found him out let strong embraces bind him He 'll fly perchance where tears can never find him New sinnes will lose what old repentance gains Wisedome not onely gets but got retains XIII PSALM 72. 28. It is good for me to draw near to God I have put my trust in the Lord God WHere is that Good which wisemen please to call The Chiefest Doth there any such befall Within mans reach Or is there such a Good at all If such there be it neither must expire Nor change then which there can be nothing higher Such Good must be the utter point of mans desire It is the Mark to which all hâ—…arts must tend Can be desired for no other end Then for it self on which all other goods depend What may this Excellence be doth it subsist A reall Essence clouded in the midst Of cuâ—…ious Art or clear to ev'ry eye that list Or is 't a tart Idea to procure An edge and keep the practick soul in ure Like that dear Chymick dust or puzzling Quadrature Where shall I seek this Good where shall I find This Cath'lick pleasure whose extremes may bind My thoughts and fill the gulf of my insatiate mind Lies it in Treasure In full heaps untold Doth gowty Mammous griping hand infold This secret Saint in sacred shrines of sov'reigne gold No no she lies not there wealth often sowrs In keeping makes us hers in seeming ours She slides from Heav'n indeed but not in Danat's showrs Lives she in honour no The royall Crown Builds up a creature and then batters down Kings raise thee with a smile and raze thee with a frown In pleasure no Pleasure begins in rage Acts the fools part on earths uncertain stage Begins the Play in youth and Epilogues in age These these are bastard-goods the best of these Torment the soul with pleasing it and please Like water gulp'd in fevers with deceitfull ease Earths flatt'ring dainties are but sweet distresses Mole-hils perform the mountains she professes Alas can earth confer more good then earth possesses Mounâ—… mount my soul and let thy thoughts cashier Earths vain delights and make their full carier At Heav'ns eternall joyes stop stop thy Courser there There shall thy soul possesse uncarefull treasure There shalt thou swim in never-sading pleasure And blaze in honour farre above the frowns of Caesar Lord if my hoâ—…e dare let her anchor fall On thee the chiefest Good no need to call For earths inferiour trash Thou thou art All in All S. AUGUST Soliloqu cap. 13. I follow this thing I pursue that but am filled with nothing But when I found thee who aâ—…t that immutable individed and onely good in my self what I obtained I wanted not for what I obtained not I grieved not with wâ—…at I was possest 〈◊〉 whole desire was 〈◊〉 S. BERN. Ser. 9. sup beati qui habent c. Let others pâ—…etend merit let him bâ—…ag of the burden of the day let him boast of his Sabbath fasts and let him glory that 〈◊〉 is not as other men but for me it is good to cleaâ—…e unto the Lord and to put my trust in my Lord God EPG 13. Let Boâ—…eas blasts and Nepâ—…unes waves be joyn'd Thy Eolus commands the waves the wind Fear not the rocks or worlds imperious waves Thou climbst a rock my soul a rock that saves XIV CANTICLES 2. 3. I sat under his shadow with great delight and his fruit was sweet to my tast 1 LOok how the sheep whose rambling steps do stray From the safe blessing of her Shepherds eyes Estsoon becomes the unprotected prey To the wing'd squadron of beleagring slies Where swelired with the scorching beams of day She frisks from bush to brake and wildly flies From her own self ev'n of her self afraid She shrouds her troubled brows in ev'ry glade And craves the mercy of the soft removing shade 2 Ev'n so my wand'ring Soul that hath digrest From her great Shepherd is the hourely prey Of all my sinnes These vultures in my breast Gripe my Promethean heart both night and day I hunt from place to place but sind no rest I know not where to go nor where to stay The eye of vengeance burns her flames invade My swelt'ring soul My soul hath oft assaid But she can find no shrowd but she can feel no shade 3 I sought the shades of Mitth to wear away My slow-pac'd hours of soul-consuming grief I search'd the shades of sleep to ease my day Of griping sorrows with a nights reprief I sought the shades of death thought there t' allay My finall torments with a full relief But mirth nor sleep nor death can hide my houres In the false shades of their deceitfull bowrs The first distracts the next disturbs the last devours 4 Where shall I 〈◊〉 To whom shall I apply 〈◊〉 Are there no streams where a faint soul may wade Thy Godhead JESUS are the flames that fry me Hath thy All-glorious Deity never a shade Where I may sit and vengeance never eye me Where I might sit refresht or 〈◊〉 Is there no comfort Is there no resection Is there no cover that will give protection T' a fainting soul the subject of thy wraths 〈◊〉 5 Look up my soul advance the lowly stature Of thy sad thoughts advance thy humble eye See here 's a shadow found The humane nature Is made the Umbella to the Deity To catch the Sun-beams of thy just Creatour Beneath this covert thou maist safely lie 〈◊〉 thine eyes to climbe this fruitfull tree As quick Zacheus did and thou shalt see A cloud of dying flesh betwixt those beams and thee GUILL in cap. 2. Cant. Who can indure the 〈◊〉 rayes of the Sunne of Justice Who shall not be consumed by his beams Therefore the Sun of Justice took flesh that through the conjunction of that Sun and this humane body a shadow may be made S. AUGUST Med. cap. 37. Lord let my soul flee from the scorching thoughts of the world under the covert of thy wings that being resreshed by the moderation of thy shadow she may sing merrily In peace will I lay me down and rest 〈◊〉 14. Ah treach'rous soul would not thy pleasures give That Lord which made thee living leave to
EPIG. 8. What ayls the fool to laugh Does something please His vain conceit Or is 't a mere disease Fool giggle on and wast thy wanton breath Thy morning laughter breeds an ev'ning death IX 1. JOHN 2. 17. The world passeth away and all the lusts thereof 1 DRaw near brave sparks whose spirits scorn to light Your hallow'd tapours but at honours flame You whose heroick actions take delight To varnish over a new-painted name Whose high-bred thoughts disdain to take their slight But on th' Icarian wings of babbling fame Behold how tott'ring are your high-built stories Of earth whereon you trust the ground-work of your glories 2 And you more brain-sick Lovers that can prise A wanton smile before eternall joyes That know no heav'n but in your Mistresse eyes That feel no pleasure but what sense enjoyes That can like crown-distemper'd fools despise True riches and like babies whine for toyes Think ye the Pageants of your hopes are able To stand secure â—…n earth when earth it self 's unstable 3 Come dunghill worldlings you that â—…oot like swine And cast up golden trenches where ye come Whose onely pleasure is to undermine And view the secrets of your mothers wombe Come bring your Saint pâ—…uch'd in his leather â—…hrine And summon all yoâ—… griping Angels home Behold your world the bank of all your store The world 〈◊〉 so admire the worlâ—… ye so adore 4 A feeble world whose hot-mouth'd pleasures tire Before the race before the start retrait A faithlesse world whose false delights expire Before the term of half their promis'd date A fickle world not worth the least desire Where ev'ry chance proclaims a change of State A feeble faithlesse sickle world wherein Each motion proves a vice and ev'ry act a sin 5 The beautie that of late was in her flowre Is now a ruine not to raise a lust He that was lately drench'd in 〈◊〉 showre Is master now of neither gold nor trust Whose honour late was mann'd with princely powre His glory now lies buried in the dust O who would trust this world or prize what 's in it That gives and takes and chops and changes ev'ry minit 6 Nor length of dayes nor solid strength of brain Can find a place wherein to rest secure The world is various and the earth is vain There 's nothing certain here there 's nothing sure We trudge we travel but from pain to pain And what 's our onely grief's 〈◊〉 onely cure The world 's a torment he that would endeaver To find the way to rest must seek the way to leave her S. GREG. in ho Behold the world is withered in it self yet flourisheth in our hearts every where death every where grief every where 〈◊〉 On every side we are smitten on every side filled with bitternesse and yet with the blind mind of carnall desire we love her bitternesse It 〈◊〉 and we follow it it falleth yet we stick to it And because we 〈◊〉 enjoy it fallen we sall with it and enjoy it sallen 〈◊〉 9. If Fortune hale or envious Time but spurn The world turns round and with the world we turn When Fortune sees and Lynx-ey'd Time is blind I 'll trust trust thy joyes O world till then the wind X. JOHN 8. 44. Ye are of your father the devil and the lusts of your father ye will do HEre 's your right ground wagge gently o'r this black 'T is a short cast y' are quickly at the jack Rub rub an inch or two two crowns to one On this bouls side blow wind 't is fairly thrown The next boul 's worse that comes come boul away Mammon you know the ground untutour'd play Your last was gone a yard of strength well spar'd Had touch'd the block your hand is still too hard Brave pastime 〈◊〉 to consume that day Which without pastime slies too swift away See how they labour as if day and night Were both too short to serve their loose delight See how their curved bodies wreath and 〈◊〉 Such antick shapes as Proteus never knew One raps an oath another deals a 〈◊〉 He never better boul'd this never worse One rubs his itchlesse elbow thrugs and laughs The tother bends his beetle-browes and chafes Sometime they whoop sometimes their Stygian cries Send their black-Santos to the blushing skies Thus mingling humours in a mad 〈◊〉 They make bad Premises and worse Conclusion But where 's the Palm that Fortunes hand allowes To blesse the victours honourable 〈◊〉 Come Reader come I 'll light thine eye the way To view the Prize the while the gamesters play Close by the jack behold gill fortune stands Tâ—… wave the game see in her partiall hands The glorious garland's held in open show To chear the Lads and crown the Conq'rours brow The world 's the jack the gamesters that contend Are Cupid Mammon that judicious Friend That gives the ground is Satan and the boules Are sinfull thoughts the Prize a crown for fools Who breathes that boules not what bold tongue can say Without a blush he hath not boul'd to day It is the trade of man and every sinner Has plaid his rubbers Every soule 's a winner The vulgar Proverb 's crost He hardly can Be a good bouler and an honest man Good God turn thou my Brazil thoughts a new New sole my boules and make their bias true I 'll cease to game till fairer ground be given Nor wish to winne untill the mark be heaven S. BERNARD lib. de Consid. O you Sonnes of Adam you covetous generation what have ye to do with earthly riches which are neither true nor yours Gold and silver are reall earth red and white which the onely errour os man makes or rather reputes pretious In short if they be yours carry them with you S. HIEROME in Ep. O Lust thou inferâ—…all fire whose fuell is gluttony whose flame is pride whose sparkles are wanton words whose smoke is infamie whose ashes are uncleannesse whose end is hell EPIG. 10. 〈◊〉 well follow'd Cupid bravely led Both Touchers equall Fortune makes a dead No reed can measure where the conquest lies Take my advise compound and share the Prize XI EPHESIANS 2. 2. Ye walked according to the course of this world according to the Prince of the aire 1 O Whither will this mad-brain world at last Be driv'n where will her restlesse wheels arive Why hurries on her ill-match'd payre so fast O whither means her 〈◊〉 groom to drive What will her â—…ambling sits be never past For ever ranging never once 〈◊〉 Will earths perpetuall progresse ne'r expire Her Team continuing in their fresh careire And yet they never rest and yet they never tire 2 Sols hot-mouth'd steeds whose noslrils vomit flame And brazâ—…n lungs 〈◊〉 forth quotidian fire Their twelve houres task perform'd grow 〈◊〉 and lame And their immortall spirits faint and tire At th' azure mountains foot their labours claim The priviledge of rest where they retire To quench their burning 〈◊〉 and to steep Their flaming nostrils
free S. BERN. in Ser. In this world is much treacherie little truth here all things are traps here every thing is beset with snares here souls are endanger'd bodies are snaâ—…s here all things are vanity and vexation of spirit EPIG. 3. Nay Cupid pitch thy trammil where thou please Thou canst not fail to take such fish as thâ—…se Thy thriving spert will ne'r be spent no need To fear when ev'ry cork 's a world thou 'lt speed IV. HOSEA 13. 3. They shall be as the chaff that is driven with a whirlwind out of the floore and as the smoke out of the chimney FLint-hearted Stoicks you whose marble eyes Contemne a wrinckle and whose souls despise To follow Natures too aâ—…ected fashion Or travel in the Regent-walk of Passion Whose rigid hearts disâ—…ain to shrink at fears Or play at fast and loose with smiles and tears Come burst your spleens with laughter to behold A new found vanitie which dayes of old Ne'r knew a vanitie that his beset The world and made more slaves then Mahomet That has condemn'd us to the servile yoke Of slavery and made us slaves to smoke But stay why tax I thus our modern times For new-born follies and for new-born crimes Are we sole guiltie and the first age free No they were smok'd and slav'd as well as we What 's sweet-lipt Honours blast but smoke What 's treasure But very smoke And what more smoke then pleasure Alas they 're all but shadows sumes and blasts That vanishes this fades the other wasts The restlesse Merchant he that loves to steep His brains in wealth and layes his soul to sleep In bags of Bullion sees th' immoâ—…tall Crown And fain would mount but I gots keep him down He brags to day perchance â—…nd begs to morrow He lent but now wants credit now to borrow Blow winds the treasure 's gone the merchant's 〈◊〉 A slave to silver 's but a slave to smoke Behold the Glory-vying child of fame That from deep wounds sucks forth an honour'd name That thinks no purchase worth the style of good But what is sold for sweat and seal'd with bloud That for a point a blast of emptie breath Undaunted gazes in the face of death Whose dear-bought bubble sill'd with vain renown Breaks with a phillop or a Gen'rals frown His stroke-got Honour staâ—…gers with a stroke A slave to Honour is a slaâ—…e to smoke And that fond soul which wasts his idle dayes In loose delights and sports about the blaze Of Cupids candle he that dayly spies Twin habies in his mistresse Geminies Whereto his sad devotion does impart The sweâ—…t burnt-offering of a bleeding heart See how his wings are sing'd in Cyprian sire Whose flames consume with youth in age expire The world 's a bubble all the pleasures in it â—…ke morning vapouâ—…s vanish in a minit The vapours vaniâ—…h and the bubble 's broke A slave to pleasure is a slave to smoke Now Stoâ—…ck cease thy laughter and repast Thy pickled cheeks with tears and weep as sast S. HIERON. That rich man is great who thinketh not himself great because be is rich the proud mâ—…n who is the poore man braggeth outwardly but beggeth inwardly he is blown up but not full PETR. RAV Vexation and anguish accompany riches and honour The pomp of the world and the favour of the people are but smoke and a blast suddenly vanishing which if they commonly please commonly bring repentance and for a minute of joy they bring an age of sorrow EPIG. 4. Cupid thy diet 's strange It dulls it rowzes It cools it heats it binds and then it looses Dull-sprightly-cold-hot fool if ev'r it winds thee Into a loosenesse once take heed it binds thee V. PROVERBS 23. 5. Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not for riches make themselves wings they slie away as an Eagle 1 FAlse world thou ly'st Thou canst not lend The least delight Thy â—…avours cannot gain a Friend They are so slight Thy morning pleasures make an end To please at night Poore are the wants that thou supply'st And yet thou vaunt'st and yet thou vy'st With heav'n Fond earth thou boasts false world thou ly'st 2 Thy babbling tongue tels golden tales Of endlesse treasure Thy bountie offers easie sales Of lasting pleasure Thou ask'st the Conscience what she ails And swear'st to ease her There 's none can want where thou supply'st There 's none can give where thou deny'st Alas fond world thou boasts false world thou ly'st 3 What well advised eare regards What earth can say Thy words are gold but thy rewards Are painted clay Thy cunning can but pack the cards Thou canst not play Thy game at weakest still thou vy'st If â—…een and then revy'd deny'ft Thou art not what thou seem'st false world thou ly'st 4 Thy tinsil bosome seems a mint Of new-coin'd treasure A Paradise that has no stint No change no measure A painted cask but nothing in 't Nor wealth nor pleasure Vain earth that falsly thus comply'st With man Vain man that thus â—…ely'st On earth Vain man thou dot'st Vain earth thou ly'st 5 What mean dull souls in this high measure To haberdash In earths base wares whose greatest treasure Is drosse and trash The height of whose inchaunting pleasure Is but a flash Are these the goods that thou supply'st Us mortalls with Are these the high'st Can these bring cordiall peace False world thou ly'st PET. BLES. This world is 〈◊〉 Her end is doubtfull Her conclusion is horrible Her Judge is terrible And her punishment is â—…tolerable S. AUGUST lib. Confess The vain glory of this world is a deceitfull sweetnesse a fruitlesse labour a perpetuall fear a dangeâ—…ous honour Her beginning is without providence and her end not without repeâ—…ance EPIG. 5. World th' aâ—…t a traytour thou hast stampt thy base And chymick metall with great Caesars face And with thy bastard bullion thou hast barter'd For wares of price how justly drawn and quarter'd VI JOB 15. 31. Let not him that is deceived trust in vanitie for vanitie shall be his recompense 1 BElieve her not Her glasse dissuses False portraitures thou canst â—…pie No true reflection She abuses Her mis inform'd beholders eye Her Chrystall's falsly steel'd It scatters Deceitfull beams Believe her not she flatters 2 This flaring mirrour represents No right proportion hiâ—…w or feature Her very looks are complements They make thee fairer goodlier greater The skilfull glosse of her reflection But paints the Context of thy course complexion 3 Were thy dimension but a stride Nay wert thou statur'd but a span Such as the long-bill'd troops desi'd A very fragment of a man Shee 'll make thee Miâ—…as which ye will The â—…ove-slain tyrant or th' Ionick hill 4 Had 〈◊〉 or th' ungratious Starre Conspir'd to make one common place Of all deformities that are Within the volume of thy face She 'd 〈◊〉 thee favour should out-move The Troy-bane Hellen or the Queen of Love 5 Were thy consum'd estate as poore As