THE world's a bubble and the Life of Man In his conception wretched, from the womb Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years Who then to frail mortality shall trust, Yet whilst with sorrow here we live opprest, Courts are but only superficial schools The rural parts are turn'd into a den And where's a city from foul vice so free, But may be termed the worst of all the three? Domestic cares afflict the husband's bed, Or pains his head: Those that live single, take it for a curse Or do things worse: Some would have children: those that have them moan What is it, then, to have, or have no wife, But single thraldom or a double strife? But our affections still at home to please To cross the seas to any foreign soil, THE LESSONS OF NATURE Wars with their noise affright us: when they cease, What then remains, but that we still should cry For being born, or being born, to die? LORD BACON 45 LVIII THE LESSONS OF NATURE Of this fair volume which we World do name Find out his power which wildest powers doth tame, His providence extending everywhere, His justice which proud rebels doth not spare, But silly we, like foolish children, rest Or if by chance we stay our minds on aught, W. DRUMMOND LIX DOTH then the world go thus, doth all thus move? 46 THE WORLD'S WAY Those souls which vice's moody mists most blind, Ah! if a Providence doth sway this all Why should best minds groan under most distress? Heavens! hinder, stop this fate; or grant a time W. DRUMMOND LX THE WORLD'S WAY TIRED with all these, for restful death I cry- And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And art made tongue-tied by authority, -Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave my Love alone. W. SHAKESPEARE SAINT JOHN BAPTIST LXI SAINT JOHN BAPTIST THE last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King His food was locusts, and what there doth spring, There burst he forth: All ye whose hopes rely Only the echoes, which he made relent, W. DRUMMOND END OF KI BOOK 12/ 47 THIS is the month, and this the happy morn That he our deadly forfeit should release, That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable, Wherewith he wont at Heaven's high council-table |