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Dum Coelum afpicio Solum defpicio. fervent Thoughts arise.

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The Soul all Earthly Treasures can despise.

Hugo de Anima.

They are justly punished, that abuse lawful ti.zz:. but they are most justly punished, that use ne things; thus Lucifer fell from heaven; thus Adan lure kis paradise.

EPIG. 2.

See how these fruitful kernels, being cast

Upon the earth, how thick they spring! how fast!
A full-ear'd crop and thriving, rank and prood.
Prepost'rous man first sow'd, and then be plough d

III.

PROV. xiv. 13.

Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful, and the end of that mirth is heariness.

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LAS! fond child,

1.

How are thy thoughts beguil'd

To hope for honey from a nest of wasps
Thou may'st as well

Go seek for ease in hell,

Or sprightly nectar from the mouths of aspa

The world's a hive,

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From whence thou derive

No good, but what thy soul's vexation bringa :
But case thou meet

Some petti-petti-sweet,

Each drop is guarded with a thousand stings.

Why dost thou make

3.

These murm'ring troops forsake

The safe protection of their waxen homes ?

ye contains

's worth thy pains ;

here, alas! but engagem

4.

For trash and toys,

And grief-engend'ring joys,

What torment seems too sharp for flesh and blood!
What bitter pills,

Compos'd of real ills,

Men swallow down, to purchase one false good!

The dainties here,

5.

Are least what they appear;
Though sweet in hopes, yet in fruition sour:
The fruit that's yellow,

Is found not always mellow

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The fairest tulip's not the sweetest flow'r.

Fond youth, give o'er,

6.

And vex thy soul no more

In seeking what were better far unfound;
Alas! thy gains

Are only present pains

To gather scorpions for a future wound.

7.

What's earth? or in it,

That longer than a minute,

Can lend a free delight that can endure >

O who would droil,*

Or delve in such a soil,

Where gain's uncertain, and the pain is sure?

S. AUGUST.

Sweetness in temporal matters is deceitful: it is a labour and a perpetual fear; it is a dangerous pleasure, whose beginning is without providence, and whose end is not without repentance.

* Droil, i, e. drudge.

HUGO.

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Quis levior cui plus ponderi addit Amor. Which is the lightest in the Scale of Fate? That where fond Cupid still is adding Weight.

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