S. BERN. in Ser. In this world is much treachery, little truth; here, all things are traps; here, every thing is beset with snares; here souls are endangered, bodies are afflicted; here, all things are vanity and vexation of spirit. EPIG. 3. Nay, Cupid, pitch thy trammel where thou please HOSEA Quam grave Servitium eft quod levis Efca parit. IV. HOSEA xiii. 3. They shall be as the chaff that is driven with a whirlwind out of the floor, and as the smoke out of the chimney. F LINT-hearted Stoics, you, whose marble eyes Or travel in the regent walk of passion; The world, and made more slaves than Mahomet : No, they were smok'd and slav'd as well as we : [sure Blow, winds, the treasure's gone, the merchant's broke ; Behold the glory- vying child of fame, That from deep wounds sucks such an honour'd name; That That thinks no purchase worth the style of good, Whose dear-bought bubble, fill'd with vain renown, S. HIERON. |