ISIDOR. Why dost thou wonder, Oman, at the height of the stars, or the depth of the sea; enter into thine own soul, and wonder there. Thy soul by creation, is infused; by infusion, created. 'EPIG. 2. What art thou now the better by this flame? PSALM ciii. 16. The wind passeth over it, and it is gone. N° 1. sooner is this lighted taper set But it is strait subjected to the threat [less bright. And makes her substance waste, and makes her flames 2. No sooner are we born, no sooner come To take possession of this vast, This soul-afflicting earth,.. But danger meets us at the And sorrow with her full-mouth'd blast, Salutes our painful birth, To put out all our joys, and puff out all our mirth. 3. Nor infant innocence, nor childish tears Nor virgin's pleading, nor the widow's pray'rs, Nor prince, nor peer, nor page, Can 'scape this common blast, or curb her stormy rage, Scape; i. e. escape or avoid. Our 4. Our life is but a pilgrimage of blasts, The more it lengthens, ah! the more it wastes :* The days of long-liv'd Seth, Our sprrows would renew, as we renew our breath. 5. Toss'd to and fro, our frighted thoughts are driv'n Of life-consuming care; Our peaceful flame, that would point up to heav'n, And ev'ry blast of air ; Commits such waste in man, as man cannot repair. 6. W'are all born debtors, and we firmly stand Besides our interest; Alas! we have no harmless counterbond : With threat'nings of arrest, And, till we pay the debt, we can expect no rest. 7. What may this sortow-shaken life present, To the false relish of our taste, That's worth the name of sweet? Her minute's pleasure's choak'd with discontent, How many dangers meet Poor man between the biggint and the winding-sheet! * Harmless ; i. e. indemnifying. dress. t Biggin; i. e. the infant's first S. AUGUST. In the world, not to be grieved, not to be afflicted, not to be in danger, is impossible. Ibidem. Behold, the world is full of trouble, yet beloved: what if it were a pleasing world? how wouldst thou delight in her calms, that canst so well endure her storms? EPIG. 3. Art thou consum'd with soul-afflicting crosses ? MAT. MATTHEW ix. 12. The whole need not the physician. 1. LWAYS pruning, always cropping? Ever dressing, ever topping? Too much snuffing makes a waste 2. You that always are bestowing Nature, meeting with her foe, 3. Nature knows her own perfection, Saucy art should not appear, 4. Nature worketh for the better, If distemper chance to seize Bat |