S. CHRYS. in Ep. ad Heb. Contemn riches, and thou shalt be rich; contemn glory, and thou shalt be glorious; contemn injuries, and thou shalt be a conqueror; contemn rest, and thou shalt gain rest; contemn earth, and thou shalt find heaven. HUGO Lib. de Vanit. Mundi. The world is a vanity, which affordeth neither beauty to the amorous, nor reward to the laborious, nor encouragement to the industrious. EPIG, 10. This house is to be lett for life or years; PRE XI. MATTH. vii. 14. that leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it. REPOST'ROUS fool, thou troul'st* amiss; Thy hopes, instructed by thine eye, And has more obvious rubs than thine: Troul'st; i, e. roll a ball. And And shall the crown of glory stand Shall pleasures thus be priz'd, and must That's rais'd with brackish drops and blood: But things of price are bought with pains. He that would conquer heav'n, must fight. S. HIERON. in Ep. No labor is hard, no time is long, wherein the glory of eternity is the mark we level at. S. GREG. Lib. viii. Mor. The valour of a just man is, to conquer the flesh, to contradict his own will, to quench the delights of the present life, to love and endure the miseries of this world for the reward of a better, to contemn the flatteries of prosperity and inwardly to overcome the fears of adversity. EPIG. 11. O Cupid, if thy smoother way were right, GALAT. XII. GALAT. vi. 14. God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross. 1. YAN nothing settle my uncertain breast, And fix my rambling love? Can my affections find out nothing best, But still and still remove? Has earth no mercy? Will no ark of rest Receive my restless dove? s there no good, than which there's nothing high'r, To bless my full desire never change; with joys that ne'er With joys that wanted wealth; 2. and, at my dear request, Earth lent a quick supply; wanted mirth, to charm my sullen breast; [expire? And who more brisk than I ? wanted fame, to glorify the rest; My fame flew eagle-high: My joy not fully ripe, but all decay'd, Wealth vanish'd like a shade ; My mirth began to flag, my fame began to fade. 3. The world's an ocean, hurry'd to and fro With ev'ry blast of passion : Her lustful streams, when either ebb or flow, Are tides of man's vexation : They |