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Desire nor reason hath, nor rest,
As ships in ports desired are drowned;
And yet some poets fain would prove
Sir Walter Raleigh.
NATURAL COMPARISONS WITH PERFECT LOVE. The lowest trees have tops ; the ant her gall;
The fly her spleen; the little sparks their heat :
And bees have stings, although they be not great.
The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move;
The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love. True hearts have eyes, and ears, no tongues to speak; They hear, and see, and sigh; and then they break.
The world's a bubble, and the life of man
Less than a span;
So to the tomb;
With cares and fears.
Yet whilst with sorrow here we live opprest,
What life is best?
To dandle fools :
Of savage men :
Domestic cares afflict the husband's bed.
Or pains his head :
20 Some would have children ; those that have them, moan,
Or wish them gone :
Our own affections still at home to please
Is a disease :
Peril and toil :
Wars with their noise affright us; when they cease,
We are worse in peace :
THE SOULS ERRAND.
Go, Soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand ;
The truth shall be thy warrant.
Say to the Court it glows
And shines like rotten wood;
What's good, and doth no good.
Tell Potentates they live
Acting but others' actions ;
Not strong but by their factions.
Tell men of high condition,
That manage the Estate,
Their practice only hate.
Tell them that brave it most,
They beg for more by spending, Who in their greatest cost
Like nothing but commending : And if they make reply, Then tell them all they lie. Tell Zeal it wants devotion ;
Tell Love it is but lust; Tell Time it is but motion ;
Tell Flesh it is but dust. And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie. Tell Age it daily wasteth;
Tell Honour how it alters;
Tell Favour how it falters.
In tickle points of niceness ;
Herself in over-wiseness.
Tell Skill it is pretension ;
Tell Law it is contention.
Tell Nature of decay;
Tell Justice of delay.
And if they will reply,
But vary by esteeming ;
And stand too much on seeming.
Tell how the country erreth ;
Tell Virtue least preferreth.
Commanded thee, done babbling,
Deserves no less than stabbing,
If it be bad, why dost thou like it so ?
If it be friend, why kills it, as a foe,