BOOK I.-EMBLEM IX. 1 JOHN ii. 17. The world passeth away, and all the lusts thereof. DRAW near, brave sparks, whose spirits scorn to light Your hallow'd tapers but at honour's flame; You, whose heroic actions take delight To varnish over a new painted name; Whose high-bred thoughts disdain to take their flight, But on th' Icarian wings of babbling Fame; Behold, how tott'ring are your high-built stories Of earth, whereon you trust the ground-work of your glories. And you, more brain-sick lovers, that can prize Think ye the pageants of you hopes are able And view the secrets of your mother's womb: Come, bring your saint, pouch'd in his leathern shrine, And summon all your griping angels home: Behold your world, the bank of all your store; The world ye so admire, the world ye so adore. 36 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. A feeble world, whose hot-mouth'd pleasures tire The beauty, that of late was in her flow'r, He that was lately drench'd in Danae's show'r, O who would trust this world, or prize what's in it, That gives and takes, and chops, and changes, ev'ry minute! Nor length of days, nor solid strength of brain, The world's a torment; he that would endeavour To find the way to rest, must seek the way to leave her. BOOK I. EMBLEMS. 37 St. Greg. in Hom. 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, because we cannot enjoy it falling, we fall with it, and enjoy it fallen. Epig. 9. If fortune fail, or envious Time but spurn, E. BOOK I.-EMBLEM X. JOHN viii. 44. Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of you father ye will do. HERE's your right ground: wag gently o'er this black: '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: |