pleasure in thy pale-enclosed grounds And let the Rhet'rick of thy deep-mouth'd hounds Perswade thy head-strong sorrows so to fly Before thy Heard as they before the Cry Alas Alas my poore deluded soul Think'st thou to quench thy fire with oyl or cool Thy flame with Cordials Can thy born disease Expect a Cure from such Receipts as these No no these bellows mount the blaze the higher Thou leap'st but from the pan into the fire I but my soul me thinks a wife forecast Though not redresse the mischiefs that are past May claim some kind of priv'ledge to prevent The ev'lls that future changes may present If not what harm what disconvenience lies In being fool what vantage to wise Both fool and wise must pay an equall shot At Natures table have the self-same lot Why then my soul since sorrow needs must haunt Thy life condemn'd to labour cease to daunt Thy bold endeavours with the sense of care Cheare up thy whining heart and take thy share Of all thy labours eat and drink and let Thy sense enjoy the wages of thy sweat 'T is all thy Portion Take what may be had Bad is the best then make the best of bad Sweeten thy pains Mixe pleasure with thy sorrow Who knows to day what shall betide to morrow CAP. III. 1 By the necessary change of times vanity is added to humane travail 11 There is an exellency in Gods works 16 But as for man God shall judge his works there and here he shall be like a beast Vers. 1. THe great creator in his wise Decree Hath pitcht a time when every change shall be And through his watchfull Providence hath given A season to each purpose under heaven 2. There is a time appointed for our birth And there 's a time for earth to turn to earth There is a time to plant A time wherein To pluck those plants thus planted up again 3. There is a season when to build ev'n so There is a season to demolish too There is a season to inflict a wound And there'is another season to make sound 4. There is a time for teares to drown thy eye A time to laugh and lay thy sorrowes by There is a time to mourn A time to meet The sprightly Musick with thy numerours feet 5. There is a due appointed season either To scatter stones or gather stones together There is a time t' embrace and there be spaces Of time appointed to resrain embraces 6. There is a time to gain and there 's ordain'd An other time to loosse the things we gain'd There is a time to recollect and lay Thy treasure up a time to cast away 7. There is a time appointed when to rend And there 's a time appointed when to mend A time for silence and a time to break Reserved silence there 's a time to speake 8. A time to love and there 's a time t' abate Our warm affections there 's a time to hate A time of warre and there 's a time to cease The Bloody Battell There 's a time for Peace 9. If heavens decree thus bound the works of men What profit gaines the fruitlesse worker then What boots our travell or those works of ours If all our plots depend on heav'nly pow'rs 10. Nor are our actions or their secret ends Govern'd by chance nor doe our works depend On hood wink'd Fortune no pleas'd heaven thinks good To exercise the soule of flesh and blood 11. What ere he did is fair and timely done He gave the world for man to muse upon Whose eye with admiration may discover The motion not the progresse of the Mover 12. I know that from the works of flesh and blood As they are mans there can arise no good Unlesse perchance to qualifie with oyle The soul-afflicting vin'gre of his toyle 13. Or if it happen that his soule may eat And drink and reap the harvest of his sweat To sweeten sorrows may we understand It is a gift from the Almigties hand 14. I know that heavens Decree is seal'd and free From alteration a most firme Decree And so or dain'd that the presumptuous Race Of man may feare the Majesty of 's face 15. The thing that is hath been and what of old Hath been succeeding ages shall behold The great Disposer keeps the selfe-same track And calls his timely revolutions back 16. I view'd the Chair of Judgement where I saw In stead of Righteousnesse perverted Law I view'd the Courts of Equity and spy'd Corruption there and Justice warp'd aside 17. O then thought I the Judge of heav'n shall do Right to the wicked and the righteous too For ther 's a time true Justice shall proceed On ev'ry Purpose upon every Deed 18. Then puzzel'd in my thoughts I thus advis'd Heav'n suffers mortalls to be exercis'd In their own miseries that they may see They 'r not more happy then the sensuals bee 19. To man and beast the self-same lots befall Man dies so dies the Beast alas they all Enjoy one breath what Royalties remain To Man above a Beast For both are vain 20. Both travell to the self same place Both tend Their paces to the self-same Journies end The substance of their flesh is both the same But dust to dust both turn from whence they came 21. What curious Inquisitor doth know The place whereto ascending souls do goe Or can renown'd Philosophy declare Whither the dying spirits of beasts repair 22. This rightly weigh'd it seems the better choyce For man to suck his labours and rejoyce 'T is all the Portion he is like to have Who knows the entertainments of the Grave SOLILOQUIE III. COme now my Soul thou hast with toylsome pains Outworn the day and with thy dear-bought gains Thou hast refresht thy spirits and at length With lusty diet hast redeem'd thy strength Thou hast forgot thy labours and thy Rest Hath crown'd contentment in thy peace full brest Art thou now pleas'd what can thy heart require More then thou hast to fill thy vast desire True if my bubble life could get a Lease Of his small Rest nay if the present Peace Were but secur'd from this succeeding sorrow Long since design'd to the next neighb'ring morrow It were some hapinesse and would present A large proportion of a short content But Change the Moth of transitory things That 's never worse then when the seasons brings A flash of Good doth all things so unframe That earths content doth scarce deserve the name Of common happinesse which like the wind Varits still meeting with a various mind Vnconstant earth what can thy treasure show That is not like thy selfe unconstant too How full of Change How full of alteration Nay fixt in nothing but thy meer foundation And like thy selfe our naturall parent we Constant in nothing but in loving thee One while we plunge in tears and by and by We rage in laughter yet not knowing why To day the Zeal of our affection 's such We
dust her dust to dust deliver Whose spirit shall return to God the Giver 8. Whereto th' Ecclesiastick thus replies All all is vain and vainest vanities 9. Because his true repentant soul was wise He read this wisdome-lecture did advise And search the Fountain whence he did convay The fruitfull streams in a Proverbiall way 10. He sought and found such words which had the might To entermingle profit with delight And what his spirit-prompted pen did write Was truth it self and most exact upright 11. The wise mans words are like to Goads that doe Stir up the drowzy and spur up the slow And like to nailes to be made fast and driv'n By hands to th' hearts of men sent down from heav'n 12. Make use my Son of what this hand hath penn'd There is no end of Pamphlets to no end These tire the flesh and after age is spent They breathe some knowledg but no true content 13. Mark then the ground where the main building stands Fear thou thy God Observe his just commands Within the limits of this sacred Ground Mans duty lies true Happinesse is found 14. No work shall passe untri'd No hand hath done What shal not plead at heav'ns Tribunall Throne All secrets good and bad attend his Eye His Eyes behold where day could never prye Deus his quoque finem SOLILOQUIE XII NOw launch my soul into this Sea of Tears Fear storms and Rocks yet smile upon thy fears Weigh Anchor Hoist thy weather-beaten Sailes The Tides run smooth The wind breaths prosp'rous Gales Tridented Neptune now hath struck a peace With full-mouth'd Aeolus and the wars surcease They sound a parley and begin to treat And Sea-green Triton sounds a shrill Retreat March now my soul through Hadadrimmons Vale Without a tear or if thou must bewaile Mourn for vain Earth and drop in alms one tear For him that findes no happinesse but there Now mayst thou trample on the Asp and tread On the young Lyon and th' old Dragons head Wisdome shall guide thee Love shall circumclose thee That fraud shall not beguile or force oppose thee Thy Prince shall honor thee thy Peers embrace thee No Crime shall shame thee no tongue disgrace thee The rich shall rev'rence thee the poor shall blesse thee Wrath shall not over-rule nor pride oppresse thee Thy want shall not afflict nor wealth betray thee This shall not puffe thee up nor chat dismay thee Pleasure shall not ensnare nor pains torment thee This shall not make thee sad nor that repent thee Blest shall thy labours be and sweet thy Rest Blest shall thy thoughts be and thy Actions blest Blest in thy peace and blest in thy promotion Blest in thy sports and blest in thy devotion Blest in thy losses blest in thy encreases Blest in thy health and blest in thy diseases Blest in thy Knowledge blest in thy Corrections Blest in thy Soul and blest in thy Affections O then my soul let thy Affections flow In streams of love to Him that lov'd thee so Let not His high-priz'd benefits depart From thy remembrance grave them in thy heart With Tools of Adamant that they may last To after-times that when thy days be past Thy well-instructed children may emblaze Thy Makers goodnesse to the last of days Blesse thou the Lord my soul Let thy whole frame And all within thee magnifie that name That blest thee so Blesse thou the Lord my soul Report his precious favours and enroll His numerous mercies in thy gratefull brest Remember thy Creator O protest His praises to the world and let thy tongue Make him the subject of thy youthfull song Give him the firstlings of thy strength even than When fading Childehood seeks to ripen man Upon the downy cheeks when vigour trains The sparkling blood through thy Meandring veins Before thy flowing marrow shall foment Thy lust full fires before the false content Of frothy pleasures shall begin t' invite Thy fond Affections to a vain delight Then then my soul whilst thy supplies are fresh And strong wage war with thy rebellious flesh Gird up thy loyns and march spare neither sweat Nor bloud take courage strike subdue defeat Sing a triumphant song sing Io Paean Adorn thy brows with Palm and again sing Io Paean Take time while time shall serve 't is thine to day But secret danger still attends delay Doe while thou mayst To day has eagle wings And who can tell what change to morrow brings Advantage wasts and strength of body wears Life has no lease and Youth no Tearm for years When creeping Age shall quench thy sprightly fires And breathe cold Winter on thy chill desires What fire shall burn thy Offerings O what praise Can issue forth from cold decrepit dayes When ebbing bloods neap-tides shall strike thy lims With trembling Palsies When dry Age bedims The optick sunshine of thy bed-rid days What boots thy cold thy Paralytick praise When secret Ulcers shall attaint thy breath With fumes more noysome then the sinks of death What pleasure shall thy great Creator raise From thy breath tainted and unsav'ry praise Come then my soul Rouze up thy dull desire And quicken thy faint coals of sacred fire That lie rak'd up in th' Embers of thy flesh Fetch breath from heaven with that breath refresh Thy glim'ring sharks Brook not the least delay Embers grow cold and sparks will soon decay THE END In obitum viri clarissimi atque ingeniosissimi Poëtae Francisci Quarles {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} I Cygne felix ocyùs avola Cantator ales cùm neque jam vada Ripis supersint nec quietae Purus aquae fluat ecce rivus Fontes nec ipsi Sanguine sanguine Heu cuncta manant quod mare civicae Non decoloravêre caedes Ipsa vides rubet Hippocrene Et quis poëtis jam locus aut latex Quae lympha Musis cùm cruor undique Hinc hinc migrandum ni bibemus Purpureas Heliconis undas At ô Camaenarum dolor decus Tu si recedas quis tua funera Cantabit ô divine vates Quo moritur moriente Phoebus Quisquámne fundet jam querulum melos Falsum nec omen nominis hoc tui Moestúmve panget carmen artâ— Melpomenes citharâ canorus Quis sertacoelojam dabit aut pium Emblema texet floribus ingenî Quis symbolorum voce pictâ Vnà oculos animúmque pascet Quis melle puro jam calami potens Condîta promet dia poëmata Aut funditabit grande sacro Enthea metra calens furore Quis sanctitatem nectáre carminis Tinctam propinans digna Deo canet Coelúmque versu claudet omni Atque fidem fidibus sonabit Tu nempe litem si pote publicam Compescuisses dulcisonis modis Ni laeva nobis mens orbi Harmoniam reducem dedisses Mollîsse magnos tu poter as duces Fer as ut Orpheus flexanimis sonis Pacémque pulsam júsque mundo aâ— Eurydicen retulisse cantu Per te coîssent dissita pectora Per te coîssent diruta moenia Tu solus Amphion periâ—us Vel lapides sociare plectro Postquà m hoc negatum ponere nover as Emblema saltem flebile seculi Bellique nostris sed nec ullum Par Hieroglyphicum ruinis Quando ergo te nec terra capit tuis Nec digna Musis I pete coelites Intérque coetus Angelorum Perpetuum modulare carmen Jacobus Duport Graecae Linguae Professor Cantab. An Elegle upon the famous Poet FRANCIS QUARLES IS Quarles dead his active spirit flown And none to lend a tear a sigh a groan For the worlds losse me thinks at least all eyes Since tongues can not should weep large Elegies Expect no Muses for they at his death Compassionate lost their Poetique breath Expect no marble Tombe he 's above fate His name if Learning live shall know no date His issue shall survive posterity This age and th' next and so t' eternity Peruse his Phansies and his Emblems wrapt And see S. Paul into the third heav'ns rapt Or else some Cherubim sent down from thence T' unfold heav'ns Mysteries in heav'ns Eloquence A Poet-saint he was in him each line Speakes out at large rare Poet choyce Divine His message done he flyes unto his Maker Of what he told us here to be partaker His prison'd soul was so harmonious here Now loose what Musick think you makes she there She wept then sung now sung ' gaine wept in rime Her Rests now know no stop her joy no time Her Phansy Vision is she now doth live With Angels food knowledge intuitive By Emblems dark to spell the Deity She taught before now sees Divinity But stay my Muse the clouds doe interpose Twixt thee and her 't is better for thee close Then pierce or peep too farre Phoebus is set Th' hast pay'd thy tribute light thy tribute heat Sigh out the rest or wouldst thou to him go Thy Love thy Life Go be entombed too R. Stable FINIS Vide Psal. 31. ver. 7. 20. I have hated them that hold of superstitious vanities and my trust hath been in the Lord Let the lying lips be put to silence which cruelly disdainfully and despitefully speak against the righteous Postscript Vers. 9 Vers. 8 Vers. 2 Vers. 16 Vers. 18 Vers. 17 Vers. 16 Vers. 1 Vers. 2 Vers. 3 Vers. 4 Vers. 5 Vers. 6 Vers. 12 Vers. 13 Vers. 15 Vers. 24 Vers. 1 Vers. 4 Vers. 8 Vers. 4 Vers. 8 Vers. â—â— Vers. â—â— Vers. 19 Vers. 22 Vers. 4 Vers. 1 Vers. 5 Vers. 8 Vers. 9 Vers. 13 Vers. 2 Vers. 3 Vers. 1 Vers. 2 Vers. 4 Vers. â— Vers. 2 Vers. 3 Vers. 5 Vers. 7 Vers. 1 Vers. 2 Vers. 3 Vers. 8 Vers. 10 Vers. 11 Vers. 12 Vers. 14 Vers. 25 Vers. 29 Chap. 1. 18 Chap. 8. 1. Vers. 2 Vers. 8 Vers. 9 Vers. 10 Vers. 1 Vers. 2 Vers. 4 Vers. 4 Vers. 6 Vers. 17 Vers. 1 Vers. 6 Vers. 6 Vers. 3 Vers. 2
then when â—ll his friends perceived his disease to be mortall but still rendred thanks to God for his speciall love to him in taking him into his own hands to chastise while others were exposed to the fury of their enemies the power of pistols and the trampling of horses He exprest great sorrow for his sins and when it was told him that his friends conceived he did thereby much harm to himself he answered They were not his friends that would not give him leave to be penitent His Exhortations to his friends that came to visit him were most divine wishing them to have a care of the expence of their time and every day to call themselves to an accompt that so when they come to their bed of sicknesse they might lie upon it with a rejoycing heart And doubtlesse such an one was his Insomuch as he thanked God that whereas he might have justly expected that his conscience should look him in the face like a Lyon it rather looked upon him like a Lamb and that God had forgiven him his sins and that night sealed him his pardon And many other heavenly expressions to the like effect I might here adde what blessed advice he gave to me in particular still to trust in God whose promise is to provide for the Widow and Fatherlesse c. but this is already imprinted in my heart and therefore I shall not need here again to insert it His charity was extraordinary in freely forgiving his greatest enemies even those who were the cause of his sicknesse and by consequence of his death For whereas a Petition full of unjust aspersions was preferred against him by eight men whereof he knew not any two nor they him save only by sight the first news of it struck him so to the heart that he never recovered it but said plainly it would be his death And when his friends to comfort him told him that Mr. I. S. the chief promoter thereof was called to an accompt for it and would go neer to be punished his answer was God forbid I seek not revenge I freely forgive him and the rest onely I desire to be vindicated from their unjust aspersions especially that for ought they know I may be a Papist whereas I never spake word to any of them in my life Which imputation how slanderous it was may eâ—sily be discovered by a passâ—ge in his greatest extremity wherein his discretion may perhaps be taxed by some but his Religion cannot be questioned by any For a very able Doctor of the Romish Religion being sent unto him by a friend he would not take what he had prescribed only because he was a Papist These were the remarkable passages in him during his sicknesse The rest of the time he spent in Contemplation of God and meditating upon his Word especially upon Christs sufferings and what a benefit those have that by faith could lay hold on him and what vertue there was in the least drop of his precious blood intermingling here and there many devout prayers and ejaculations which continued with him as long as his speech and after as we could perceive by some imperfect expressions At which time a friend of his exhorting him to apply himself to finish his course here and prepare himself for the world to come he spake in Latin to this effect as I am told O dulcis Salvator mundi sint tua ultima verba in Cruce mea ultima verba in luce In manus tuas Domine commendo spiritum meum Et quae ore meo fari non possint ab animo corde sint à te te accepta O sweet Saviour of the world let thy last words upon the Crosse be my last words in this world Into thy hands Lord I commend my spirit And what I cannot utter with my mouth accept from my heart and soul Which words being uttered distinctly to the understanding of his friend he fell again into his former Contemplations and Prayers and so quietly gave up his soul to God the eight day of September 1644. after he had lived two and fifty years and lyeth buried in the Parish Church of S. Foster London Thus departed that blessed soul whose losse I have great reason to bewail and many others in time will be sensible of But my particular comfort is in his dying words that God will be a Husband to the Widow And that which may comfort others as well as me is what a reverend Divine wrote to a friend concerning his death that our losse is gain to him who could not live in a worse age nor die in a better time And here again I humbly beg the Readers pardon For I cannot expect but to be censured by some for writing thus much and by others for writing no more To both which my excuse is my want of ability and judgement in matters of this nature I was more averse indeed from medling with the Petition then any other thing I have touched upon lest perhaps it should be thought to savour a little of revenge but God is my witnesse I had no such intention My only aim and scope was to fulfil the desires and commands of my dying Husband Who wished all his friends to take notice and make it known that as be was trained up and lived in the true Protestant Religion so in that Religion he died URSULA QUARLES A Letter from a learned Divine upon the news of the Death of Master Quarles My worthy friend M. Hawkins I Received your Letter joyfully but the news therein contained sadly and heavily It met me upon my return home from Sturbridge and did work on my self and wife I pray God it may work kindly on us all We have lost a true friend and were the losse only mine or yours it were the lesse but thousands have a losse in him yea the Generations which shall come after will lament it But our losse is gain to him who could not live in a worse age nor die in a better time let us endeavour like good Gamesters to make the best we may of this throw cast us by the hand of Gods good Providence that it may likewise prove gain to us which will be if in case we draw nearer unto him and take off our hearts from all earthly hopes and comforts using this world as if we used it not so shall we rejoyce as if we rejoyced not in their using and mourn as if we mourned not in the parting with them Essex Sept. 12. 1644. Your assured friend Nehemiah Rogers SOLOMONS Recantation Intituled ECCLESIASTES CAP. I. 1 The Preacher sheweth that all humane courses are vain 4 Because the creatures are restlesse in their courses 9 They bring forth nothing new and all old things are forgotten 12 And because he hath found it so in the studies of Wisdome Vers. 1. Thus sayes the best of Preachers and of Kings THus Solomon the Sonne of David sings 2. The greatest happinesse
that earth can prize Is all most vain and vainest vanities 3. What profit can accrue to man what gains Can crown his actions or reward his pains Beneath the Orbe of heavens surrounding Sun What worth his labour hath his labour done 4. One Generation gives another way But earth abids in one perpetuall stay 5. The Prince of Light puts on his morning Crown And in the Evening layes his glory down Where leaving earth to take a short repose He soon returns and rises where he rose 6. The troubled Ayre provokes the southern States And then it blusters at the Borean gates It whirles about in his uncertaine spheare And rides his unknown Circuit ev'ry where 7. All Rivers to the Seas their tribute yield And yet th' Hydropick Seas are never fill'd Their sliding streames pursue their passage home And drive their hasty tides froÌ„ whence they come 8. The world is all compos'd of change nor can Her vanity be Character'd by Man The eye 's not satisfi'd and what we heare Fils not the Concave of th' insatiate eare 9. The thing that heretofore hath been we see Is but the same that is and is to be And what is done is what is to be done There 's nothing that is new beneath the Sunne 10. What Novelty can earth proclaim and say It had no Precedent before this day No no there 's nothing modern times can owne The which precedent Ages have not known 11. The deeds of former days expire their date In our collapsed Memories and what Times early sunshine hath not ripened yet Succeeding Generations shall forget 12. I Solomon whose choice affections owne The Churches service dearer then my Throne Was chosen and anointed King and now Wear Israels Crown upon my studious brow 13. I bent my heart by wisdome to descry What are subsists beneath the spangled sky With such hard travel hath our God thought good To exercise the souls of flesh and blood 14. My thoughts have ponder'd all that hath been done Betwixt the solid Center and the Sunne And loe the object of my Contemplation Is but meer vanity and souls vexation 15. Not all this knowledge can reduce the state Of crooked nature to a perfect straight Nor summe our Ignorances which surmount The language of Arithmeticks Account 16. I view'd my heart and there found greater store Of wisdome then all those that liv'd before No knowledge could remaine no wisdome lye Close from mine eare nor clouded from mine eye 17. I gave my all enquiring heart to know Not wisdome onely but ev'n folly too And I perceiv'd that all this Contemplation Was vain and nothing but the souls Vexation 18. For he that labours for much wisdome gains Grief in th' enjoyment in pursuit but pains And who improves his knowledg strives to borrow A fair advantage to encrease his sorrow SOLILOQUIE I. HOw are the vain desires of flesh and blood Befoold in that mistaken thing call'd good How Travell seeks it How unwearied hearts Make it the object both of Armes and Arts How many certaine obvious ev'lls attend The way to this uncertain Iournies end We tyre the night in thought the day in toyl Spare neither sweat nor lucubrated oyl To seek the thing we cannot find or found We cannot hold or held we cannot ground So firm as to resist the various swings Of fickle Fortune or the frowns of Kings Poor fruitlesse labours of deluded Man How vainly are ye spent How short a span Of seeming pleasure serves ye to requite Long Leagues of travell For one drops delight Of ayry Froth how are ye forc'd to borrow Strong Gales of Hope to sail through seas of sorrow Why do we thus afflict our lâ—b'ring soules With dregs of wormwood and carouse full Bowls Of boyling anguish To what hopefull end Droyl we our crazy bodies and expend Our sorrow-wasted spirits to acquire A Good not worth a breath of our desire A Good whose fulsome sweetnesse clogs and cloyes The soul but neither lasts nor satisfies How poore an Object pleases And how soon That pleasure finds an end How quickly Noon How quickly Night And what to day we prize Above our souls to morrow we despise Beneath a Trifle What in former Times We own'd as Vertue now we tax as Crimes What is this World but ev'n a great Exchange Of dear-bought pen worths all compos'd of Change Where frothy Honour may be bought and sold With heart-corrupting eye-beguiling Gold Where sullen wealth and friend-betraying treasure May passe in barter for repented Pleasure Where painted sweetnesse though a grain too light Shall buy a Lords Estate for one poor night Where unstain'd beauties youth shall buy an old Breath-tainted Churl diseas'd with Gouts and Gold Where Birthrights Blessings nay and souls to boot And yet not deem'd a pen'worth under foot Shall passe for fond delights where very Names Without an Alias to lay after Claimes To a poor Lordship shall be swept away For Clods of earth and those for one nights Play Tell me my puzled soul what wouldst thou buy Goe in and cheapen Let thy curious eye Make her own choice They will present thy view With numerous joyes Buy something that is new Alas there 's nothing new beneath the skie Look further further yet Goe please thine eye Search till the object and thine eye agrees Thine eye 's not satisfi'd with what it sees Buy something that will last that will remain To after dayes All 's momentary all 's vain I but my soul here 's fairer Merchandise Wisdome and Knowledge That to make thee wise This to instruct thee Come thou needst not fear Too hard a bargaine Goe and purchase there Alas much wisdome makes thy grief but double Encrease of Knowledge brings increase of trouble I but my soul the gracious eye of heaven Hath smil'd upon thee His full hand hath given A large addition to thy thriv'n estate Thy barns and bags are fill'd thy servants wait Vpon thy businesse and their shoulders bear Thy fruitfull burdens who like Pilots stear Thy reeling vessell Thou art richly ' endow'd With Knowledge Wisedome Iudgement and allow'd Some Grains to make thee weight Me thinks thy heart So arm'd with strong Resolves should never start At threatning evills Me thinks thy daring eye If all the Crystall Rafters of the skie Should make one ruine and that ruine fall About thine ears should be unmov'd at all No no my soul 't is neither Barn nor purse Cramm'd up with coin or Corn can balk the Curse Entaild upon thy sinne Nor height of Blood Nor all that this mistaken Earth calls Good Not very Knowledge no nor Wisdome can Exempt thee from the Common lot of Man The wisest Prince that ever blest a Nation Found all things vain and when enjoy'd Vexation CAP. II. 1 The vanity of humane courses in the workes of pleasure 12. Though the wise be better then the fool yet both have but one event 18. The vanity of humane labour in leaving it they