And

you.

2..

more brain-sick lovers, that can prize A wanton smile before eternal joys;

That know no heaven but in your mistress' eyes;
That feel no pleasure but what sense enjoys:
That can, like crown distemper'd fools, despise
True riches, and like babies whine for toys :
Think ye the pageants of your hopes are able
To stand secure on earth, when earth itself's unstable ?-

3.

Come, dunghill worldlings, you that root like swine, And cast up golden trenches where ye come : Whose only pleasure is to undermine,

And view the secrets of your mother's womb :. Come, bring your saint pouch'd in his leathern shrine, And summon all your griping angels home; Behold your world, the bank of all your store, The world ye so admire, the world ye so adore.

4.

A feeble.world, whose hot-mouth'd pleasures tire
Before the race; before the start, retreat;
A faithless 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, faithless, fickle world, wherein
Each motion proves a vice; and ev'ry act a sin..

5.

The beauty, that of late was in her flow'r,
Is now a ruin, not to raise a lust :

He that was lately drench'd in Danaë's show'r,
Is master now of neither good nor trust;

Whose honour late was mann'd with princely pow'r,
His glory now lies bury'd 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 [minute!

6.

Nor length of days, 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 only grief's our only cure:

The world's a torment; he that would endeavour
To find the way to rest, must seek the way to leave

S. GREG. in Hom..

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Behold, the world is withered in itself, yet flourisheth in our hearts; every where death, every where grief, every where desolation: on every side, we are smitten; on every side, filled with bitterness; and yet, with the blind mind of carnal desire, we love her bitterness: it flieth, and we follow it; it falleth, yet we stick to it; and because we cannot enjoy it falling, we fall with it, and enjoy it fallen.

EPIG. 9.

If Fortune fail, 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 thy joys, O world; till then, the wind.

JOHN