50 THE SWEETNESS OF CONTENT. THE SWEETNESS OF CONTENT. ART thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Then hey noney, noney, hey noney, noney! Canst drink the waters of the crispèd spring? Swimmest thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears? Then he that patiently want's burden bears, O, sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Then hey noney, noney, hey noney, noney! Thomas Dekker. SWEET OBSCURITY. 51 SWEET OBSCURITY. SWEET are the thoughts that savour of content: Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent: The homely house that harbours quiet rest, Robert Greene, LIFE. 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, Domestic cares afflict the husband's bed, Those that live single, take it for a curse, 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? Our own affections still at home to please To cross the seas to any foreign soil, Wars with their noise affright us; when they cease, What then remains, but that we still should cry Lord Bacon. LIFE A BUBBLE. 53 LIFE A BUBBLE. THIS Life, which seems so fair, Is like a bubble blown up in the air Who chase it every where And strive who can most motion it bequeath. And though it sometimes seem of its own might And firm to hover in that empty height, That only is because it is so light. -But in that pomp it doth not long appear; W. Drummond. THE LIFE OF MAN. LIKE to the falling off a star, Francis Beaumont, 54 MAN'S MORTALITY. MAN'S MORTALITY. LIKE as the damask rose you see, Like to the grass that's newly sprung, The swan's near death,—man's life is done! |