S. AUGUST. Lib. 1. de Doct. Christi.

Temporal things more ravish in the expectation, than in fruition: but things eternal, more in the fruition than expectation.

Ibidem.

The life of man is the middle between angels and beasts : if man takes pleasure in carnal things, he is compared to beasts but if he delight in spiritual things, he is suited with angels.

EPIG. 7.

Art thou a child? Thou wilt not then be fed
But like a child, and with the children's bread :
But thou art fed with corn, or chaff undrest;
My soul, thou savour'st too much of the beast,

Hæc animant Pueros Cymbala: at illa Viros. This pleafes Children; That the Man enjoys: Tis Wifdem defpife such idle Toys.

VIII.

PHILIPPIANS iii. 19, 20.

They mind earthly things: but our conversation is in

Ven.

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[cry?

HAT means this peevish babe? Whish lulWhat ails my babe, what ails my babe to Will nothing still it? Will it neither be Pleas'd with the nurse's breast, nor mother's knee? What ails my bird? What moves my froward boy To make such whimp'ring faces? Peace, my joy: Will nothing do? Come, come, this peevish brat, Thus cry and brawl, and cannot tell for what? Come, buss and friends, my lamb; whish lullaby, What ails my babe, what ails my babe to cry? Peace, peace, my dear; alas! thy early years Had never faults to merit half these tears; Come, smile upon me: let thy mother spy Thy father's image in her baby's eye: Husband these guilty drops against the rage Of harder fortunes, and the gripes of age; Thine eye's not ripe for tears: whish lullaby; What ails my babe, my sweet-face'd babe to cry? Look, look, what's here! A dainty, golden thing: See how the dancing bells turn round and ring, To please my bantling! Here's a knack will breed An hundred kisses: here's a knack indeed.

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So

So, now my bird is white, and looks as fair
As Pelop's shoulder, or a milk-white pair :
Here's right the father's smile; when Mars beguil’d
Sick Venus of her heart, just thus he smil'd.

DIVINE CUPID.

Well may they smile alike; thy base-bred boy And his base sire had both one cause, a toy : How well their subjects and their smiles agree! Thy Cupid finds a toy, and Mars found thee: False queen of beauty, queen of false delights, Thy knee presents an emblem, that invites Man to himself, whose self-transported heart (O'erwhelm'd with native sorrows, and the smart Of purchas'd griefs) lies whining night and day, Not knowing why, till heavy-heel'd delay, The dull-brow'd pander of despair, lays by His leaden buskins, and presents his eye With antic trifles, which th' indulgent earth Makes proper objects of man's childish mirth. These be the coin that pass, the sweets that please ; There's nothing good, there's nothing great but these ; These be the pipes that base-born minds dance after, And turn immod' rate tears to lavish laughter; Whilst heav'nly raptures pass without regard; Their strings are harsh, and their high strains unheard: The ploughman's whistle, or the trivial flute, Find more respect than great Apollo's lute. We'll look to Heav'n, and trust to higher joys: Let swine love husks, and children whine for toys.

S. BERN.