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; 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 5. The beauty, that of late was in her flow'r, He that was lately drench'd in Danaë's show'r, Whose honour late was mann'd with princely pow'r, 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, The world is various, and the earth is vain, The world's a torment; he that would endeavour S. GREG. in Hom.. [he. 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 JOHN |