Yet, sluggard, wake, and gull thy soul no more With earth's false pleasure, and the world's delight, Whose fruit is fair and pleasing to the sight, But sour in taste, false as the putrid core; Thy flaring glass is gems at her half light; She makes thee seeming rich, but truly poor : She boasts a kernel, and bestows a shell; Performs an inch of her fair-promis'd ell: Her words protest a heaven; her works produce a hell. O thou, the fountain of whose better part That feel'st no passion but in wanton fire, S. BERN. Security is no where; neither in heaven, nor in paradise, much less in the world. In heaven the angels fell from the divine presence; in paradise, Adam fell from his place of pleasure; in the world, Judas fell from the school of our Saviour. HUGO. I eat secure, I drink secure, I sleep secure, even as though I had past the day of death, avoided the day of judgment, and escaped the torments of hell fire: I play and laugh, as though I were already triumphing in the kingdom of heaven. Epig. 7. Get up, my soul; redeem thy slavish eyes Woe unto you that laugh now! for ye shall mourn and weep. THE world's a popular disease, that reigns Of ill-weigh'd elements, whose light directs One raves and labours with a boiling liver; Vows deep revenge: one dotes; the other loathes: One hugs his gold; another lets it fly: He knowing not for whom; nor t' other why. That death has parley'd, and compounded there: At first the affrighten❜d mortals quake and fear; It is reputed but a nine days wonder, They neither fear the Thund'rer nor his thunder. Of life-concluding laughter) waste our breath |