Whose honour late was mann'd with princely pow'r, 6. changes ev'ry [minute! Nor length of days, nor solid strength of brain, 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 le cause 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: When Fortune sees, and Lynx-ey'd Time is blind, I'll trust thy joys, O world; till then, the wind. JOHN X. JOHN viii. 44. Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. H [black: ERE'S your right ground: wag gently o'er this 'Tis a short cast; y'are quickly at the jack. Rub, rub an inch or two; two crowns to one On this bowl's side; blow, wind; 'tis fairly thrown: The next bowl's worse that comes; come bowl away; Mammon, you know the ground; untutor'd, play: Your last was gone; a yard of strength, well spar'd, Had touch'd the block; your hand is still too hard, Brave pastime, readers; to consume that day, Which, without pastime, flies too swift away! Were both too short to serve their loose delight: He never better bowl'd; this never worse: To chear the lads, and crown the conqu'ror's brow. C. 4. The The world's the jack; the gamesters that contend, Are sinful thoughts; the prize, a crown for fools. Who breathes that bowls not? What bold tongue can Without a blush, he has not bowl'd to day? It is the trade of man, and ev'ry sinner Has play'd his rubbers: every soul's a winner. Be a good bowler and an honest man. S. BERNARD. Lib. de Consid. [say O you sons of Adam, you covetous generations, what have ye to do with earthly riches, which are neither true nor yours? Gold and silver are real earth, red and white which the only error of man makes, or rather reputes, precious in short, if they be yours, carry them with you. S. HIERON. in Ep. O lust, thou infernal fire, whose fuel is gluttony; whose flame is pride; whose sparkles are wanton words, whose smoke is infamy; whose ashes are uncleanness; whose end is hell. EPIG. 10. Mammon, well follow'd: Cupid; bravely led; EPHES XI. EPHES. ii. 2. Ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the air. O 1. Whither will this mad brain world, at last, Be driv'n? Where will her restless wheels arrive? Why hurries on her ill match'd pair so fast? O whither means her furious groom to drive? What, will her rambling fits be never past? For ever ranging? Never once retrieve? Will earth's perpetual progress ne'er expire? Her team continuing in their fresh career : And yet they never rest, and yet they never tire. 2. Sol's hot-mouth'd steeds, whose nostrils vomit flame, To quench their burning fetlocks, and go steep And 'fresh their tir'd souls with strength restoring sleep. 3. But these prodigious hackneys, basely got 'Twixt men and devils, made for race or flight, Can drag the idle world, expecting not The bed of rest, but travel with delight; Who, never weighing way nor weather, trot Thro' dust and dirt, and droil both night and day; Thus droil these fiends incarnate, whose free pains Are fed with dropsies and veneral blains ; No need to use the whip; but strength to rule the reins. Poor 4. Poor captive world! how has thy lightness giv'n. Of all true joys, by one false joy's delusion! With sugar'd word so full, that she is led 5. Pull, gracious Lord! Let not thine arm forsake The world impounded in her own devices : Think of that pleasure that thou once did'st take Amongst the lilies and sweet beds of spices. Hale strongly, thou whose hand has pow'r to slack The swift-foot fury of ten thousand vices : Let not that dust-devouring dragon boast, His craft has won what Judah's Lion lost? Remember what is crav'd; recount the price it cost. ISIDOR, Lib. i. de Summo Bono. By how much the nearer Satan perceiveth the world to an end, by so much the more fiercely he troubleth it with persecution; that, knowing himself to be damned, he may get company in his damnation. CYPRIAN. in Ep. Broad and spacious is the road to infernal life; there are inticements and death-bringing pleasures. There the devil flattereth, that he may deceive; smileth, that he may endamage: allureth, that he may destroy. EPIG. 11. Nay, soft and fair good world; post not too fast ; Reprives, i. e. curbs, restrains; from the French, reprimer. ISAIAH |