HUGO de Anima.

Tell me, where be those now, that so lately loved and hugged the world? Nothing remaineth of them but dust and worms: observe what those men are; what those men were: they were like thee; they did eat, drink, laugh, and led merry days; and in a moment slipt into hell. Here, their flesh is food for worms; there their souls are fuel for fire, till they shall be rejoined in an unhappy fellowship, and cast into eternal torments; where they that were once companions in sin, shall be hereafter partners in punishment.

EPIG. 2.

Gripe, Cupid, and gripe still, until that wind,
That's pent before, find secret vent behind:
And when th'ast done, hark here, I tell thee what,
Before I'll trust thy armful, I'll trust that.

JOB

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III.

JOB Xviii. 8.

He is cast into a net by his own feet, and walketh upon

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a snare.

1.

HAT! nets and quiver too? what need there all
These sly devices to betray poor men?

Die they not fast enough, when thousands fall
Before thy dart? what need these engines, then?
Attend they not, and answer to thy call,

Like nightly coveys, where thou list and when?

What needs a stratagem when strength can sway? Or what needs strength compel, where none gainsay? Or what needs stratagem or strength, where hearts obey?

2.

Husband thy sleights: it is but vain to waste
Honey on those that will be catch'd with gall;
Thou canst not, ah! though canst not bid so fast
As men obey thou art more slow to call

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Than they to come; thou canst not make such haste
'To strike, as they, being struck, make haste to fall.
Go save thy nets for that rebellious heart

That scorns thy pow'r, and has obtain'd the art
T'avoid thy flying shaft, to quench thy firy dart.

3.

Lost mortal! how is thy destruction sure,
Between two bawds, and both without remorse!

The one's a line, the other is a lure;

This to intice thy soul; that to enforce :
Way laid by both, how can't thou stand secure?
That draws; this wooes thee to th' eternal curse.

O charm

O charming tyrant! how thou hast befool'd

And 'slav'd poor man, that would not, if he could, Avoid thy line, thy lure; nay, could not, if he would!

4.

Alas! thy sweet perfidious voice betrays

His wanton ears with thy Syrenian baits;
Thou wrapp'st thy eyes in mists, then boldly lays
Thy Lethal gins before their crystal gates;
Thou lock'st up ev'ry sense with thy false keys,
All willing pris'ners to thy close deceits:

His ear most nimble, where it deaf should be;
His eye most blind, where most it ought to see;
And when his heart's most bound, then thinks himself

5.

[most free.

Thou grand impostor! how hast thou obtain'd
The wardship of the world! Are all men turn'd
Ideots and lunatics? Are all retain'd

Beneath thy servile bands? Is none return'd

To his forgotten self? Has none regain'd

His senses? Are their senses all adjourn'd

What, none dismiss'd thy court? Will no plump Bribe thy false fists to make a glad decree, [fee T'unfool whom thou hast fool'd, and set thy pris'ners free?

S. BERN.