2 EMBLEMA. Friend faber, cast me a round hollow ball, Blown full of wind, for emblem of this All ; With flowers and fruits, with brooks, beasts, fish, and fowl, With rarest cunning of thy curious art: Thus rolls the world, the idol of mankind, 5 3 FUIMUS FUMUS. Where, where are now the great reports Of those proud kings bade Heaven defiance? Methinks I see a mighty smoke Thick mounting from quick-burning matter, 4 OMNIA SOMNIA. Go, silly worm, drudge, trudge, and travel, 5 5 5 MORS MORTIS. The World and Death one day them cross-disguised, To say whose servant he would fairly yield him. TO HIM whose death killed Death, and from the world has driven him. And tune their songs, like Nature's clerks, 15 The misty reek, the clouds of rain Clear are the highest hills and plain, The ample heaven, of fabric sure, The crystal and the silver pure, The time so tranquil is and still, |