Philosophia Musarum, containing Pan, a pastoral of the first age, with other poems and fragments, a supplement, consisting of fugitive pieces and collections, and some philosophical notes

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220 ÆäÀÌÁö - For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing befalleth them: as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one breath; so that a man hath no preeminence above a beast: for all is vanity. All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again.
219 ÆäÀÌÁö - I said in mine heart concerning the estate of the sons of men, that God might manifest them, and that they might see that they themselves are beasts. For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing befalleth them: as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one breath; so that a man hath no preeminence above a beast: for all is vanity.
220 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wherefore I perceive that there is nothing better, than that a man should rejoice in his own works; for that is his portion: for who shall bring him to see what shall be after him?
217 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though while he lived he blessed his soul : and men will praise thee, when thou doest well to thyself. 19 He shall go to the generation of his fathers ; they shall never see light. 20 Man that is in honour, and understandeth not, is like the beasts that perish.
238 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ille potens sui Laetusque deget, cui licet in diem Dixisse, ' Vixi : cras vel atra Nube polum Pater occupato ' Vel sole puro : non tamen irritum, 45 Quodcumque retro est, efficiet : neque Diffinget infectumque reddet, Quod fugiens semel hora vexit.
273 ÆäÀÌÁö - Good, to whom all things ill Are but as slavish officers of vengeance, Would send a glistering guardian, if need were, To keep my life and honour unassailed...
162 ÆäÀÌÁö - He has stretched him quietly down at length, To bask in the starlight his giant strength; And Time shall here a tough morsel find, For his steel-devouring teeth to grind.
162 ÆäÀÌÁö - Merrily, merrily, let us all sing and make the old telescope rattle and ring. Full fifty years did he laugh at the storm, and the blast could not shake his majestic form. Now prone he lies, where he once stood high and searched the deep heaven with his broad bright eye.
xvii ÆäÀÌÁö - Bacchi munera, non illls epulae nocuere repostae: frondibus et victu pascuntur simplicis herbae, pocula sunt fontes liquid! atque exercita cursu flumina, nee somnos abrumpit cura salubris.
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though now so hollow , dead , and cold ; For in thy form is yet descried The traces left of young Desire , The Painter's art , the Statesman's pride , The Muse's song , the Poet's fire ; But these , forsooth ; now seem to be Mere Bumps on thy Periphery.

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