*166*

LOVE, WHAT IT IS

LOVE is a circle, that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of Love.

* 167 *

DREAMS

HERE we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a several world.

IN man, ambition is the common'st thing;
Fach one by nature loves to be a king.

WHAT though the sea be calm? Trust to the shore ; Ships have been drown'd, where late they danced before.

K

* 170 *

UPON A PAINTED GENTLEWOMAN

MEN say you're fair; and fair ye are, 'tis true;
But, hark! we praise the painter now, not you.

* 171

UPON WRINKLES

WRINKLES no more are, or no less,
Than beauty turn'd to sourness.

* 172 *

CASUALTIES

GOOD things, that come of course, far less do please Than those which come by sweet contingencies.

* 173*

TO LIVE FREELY

LET'S live in haste; use pleasures while we may;

Could life return, 'twould never lose a day.

* 174*

NOTHING FREE-COST

NOTHING comes free-cost here; Jove will not let His gifts go from him, if not bought with sweat.

*175*

MAN'S DYING-PLACE UNCERTAIN

MAN knows where first he ships himself; but he Never can tell where shall his landing be.

* 176.

LOSS FROM THE LEAST

GREAT men by small means oft are overthrown He's lord of thy life, who contemns his own.

177

POVERTY AND RICHES

WHO with a little cannot be content,
Endures an everlasting punishment.

MAN is composed here of a twofold part; The first of nature, and the next of art; Art presupposes nature; nature, she Prepares the way for man's docility.

* 179 *

PURPOSES

No wrath of men, or rage of seas,
Can shake a just man's purposes;
No threats of tyrants, or the grim
Visage of them can alter him;

But what he doth at first intend,

That he holds firmly to the end.

* 180*

FOUR THINGS MAKE US HAPPY HERE

HEALTH is the first good lent to men ;
A gentle disposition then :

Next, to be rich by no by-ways;

Lastly, with friends t' enjoy our days.

* 181*

THE WATCH

MAN is a watch, wound up at first, but never Wound up again; Once down, he's down for ever. The watch once down, all motions then do cease; The man's pulse stopt, all passions sleep in peace.

I ASK'D thee oft what poets thou hast read,
And lik'st the best? Still thou repli'st, The dead.
-I shall, ere long, with green turfs cover'd be ;
Then sure thou'lt like, or thou wilt envy, me.

LIVE by thy Muse thou shalt, when others die,
Leaving no fame to long posterity;

When monarchies trans-shifted are, and gone
Here shall endure thy vast dominion.