S. BERN. in Ser. In this world is much treachery, little truth; here all things are traps; here every thing is beset with snares; here souls are endangered, bodies are afflicted; here all things are vanity and vexation of spirit. EPIG. 3. Nay, Cupid, pitch thy trammel where thou please, 4. Quam grave servitium est quod levis esca parit. They shall be as the chaff that is driven with a whirlwind out of the floor, and as the smoke out of the chimney. FLINT-HEARTED Stoics, you, whose marble eyes Whose rigid hearts disdain to shrink at fears, Ne'er knew: a vanity, that has beset The world, and made more slaves than Mahomet : Of slavery, and made us slaves to smoke. But very smoke? And what's more smoke than pleasure? Alas! they're all but shadows, fumes, and blasts; The restless merchant, he that loves to steep A slave to silver's but a slave to smoke. That from deep wounds sucks such an honour'd name, That thinks no purchase worth the style of good, Whose dear-bought bubble, fill'd with vain renown, The sweet burnt-offering of a bleeding heart: pire: The world's a bubble; all the pleasures in it, S. HIERON. That rich man is great, who thinketh not himself great because he is rich; the proud man (who is the poor man) braggeth outwardly, but beggeth inwardly; he is blown up, but not full. PETR. RAV. Vexation and anguish accompany riches and honour: the pomp of the world, and the favour of the people, are but smoke, and a blast suddenly vanishing; which, if they commonly please, commonly bring repentance; and, for a minute of joy, they bring an age of sorrow. EPIG. 4. Cupid, thy diet's strange; it dulls, it rouses, |