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As mankind, fo is the world's whole frame
Quite out of joint, almoft created lame:
For before God had made up all the reft,
Corruption enter'd, and deprav'd the best:
It feiz'd the angels, and then firft of all
"The world did in her cradle take a fall,
And turn'd her brains; and took a general maim,
Wronging each joint of th' univerfal frame:
The nobleft part, man, felt it firft; and then,
Both beafts and plants, curft in the curfe of man;
So did the world from the first hour decay,
That evening was beginning of the day;
And now the fprings and fummers, which we fee,
Like fons of women after fifty be:

And new philofophy calls all in doubt,
The element of fire is quite put out:

The fun is loft, and th' earth; and no man's wit
Can well direct him where to look for it.

-The world contains

Dr. Donne.

Princes for arms, and counsellors for brains,
Lawyers for tongues, divines for hearts, and more,
The rich for ftomachs, and for backs the poor;
The officers for hands, merchants for feet,
By which remote and distant countries meet.

They fay the world is like a byafs-bowl,
And it runs all on the rich mens fides: others
Say, 'tis like a tennis ball, and fortune
Keeps fuch a racket with it, as it toffes
It into time's hazard, and that devours all.


Cupid's Whirligig.

This world's the chaos of confusion:
No world at all, but mafs of open wrongs,
Wherein a man, as in a map may fee
The high road way from woe to mifery.

Willy beguild.

1. What

1. What other is the world than a ball,
Which we run after with hoop and with hollo,
He that doth catch it, is fure of a fall,

His heels tript up by him that doth follow! 2. Do not women play too?

3. They are too light, quickly down,
1. O yes, they are the beft gamefters of all;
For though they often lie on the ground,
Not one amongst a hundred will fall,

But under her coats the ball will be found.

Shirley's Bird in a Cage. No marvel, thou great monarch didit complain, And weep, there were no other worlds to gain : Thy griefs and thy complaints were not amiss; Hea's grief enough, that finds no world but this.


Thus having travers'd the fond world in brief,
The luft of th' eyes, the flesh, and pride of life;
Unbiafs'd and impartially we fee,

"Tis lighter in the fcale, than vanity.

What then remains? But that we ftill fhould ftrive
Not to be born to die, but dye to live.


Well hath the great creator of the world
Fram'd it in that exact and perfect form,
That by itself unmoveable might stand,
Supported only by his providence.
Well hath his pow'rful wifdom ordered
The in nature difagreeing elements, : ;
That all affecting their peculiar place,
Maintain the confervation of the whole.
Well hath he taught the fwelling ocean
To know his bounds, left in luxurious pride
He fhould infult upon the conquer'd land.
Well hath he plac'd those torches in the heav'ns
To give light to our elfe all darkned eyes:
The chriftal windows thorough which our foul
Looking upon the world's most beauteous face,

Is bleft with fight and knowledge of his works.
Well hath he all things done for how, alas!
Could any ftrength or wit of feeble man
Suftained have that greater univerfe

Too weak an Atlas for one commonwealth?
How could he make the earth, the water, air,
And fire, in peace their duties to observe,
Or bridle up the headstrong ocean,

That cannot rule the wits and tongues of men,
And keep them in? It were impoffible
To give light to the world, with all his art
And skill, that cannot well illuminate
One darked understanding.


In this grand wheel, the world, we're spokes made all;
But that it may ftill keep its round,
Some mount while others fall.

Alex. Brome.

Who looks upon this world, and not beyond it,
To the abodes it leads to, muft believe it
'The bloody flaughter-houfe of fome ill pow'r,
Rather than the contrivance of a good one.
Ev'ry thing here breeds mifery to man;

The fea breeds ftorms to fink him: If he flies
To fhore for aid, the fhore breeds rocks to tear him:
The earth breeds briars to rend him, trees to hang him;
Those things that feem his friends, are falfe to him:
The air that gives him breath, gives him infection;
Meat takes his health away, and drink his reason.
His reafon is fo great a plague to him,

He never is fo pleas'd as when he's robb'd on't
By drink or madness.

Crown's ambitious Statesman.

Oh curfed troubled world!

Where nothing without forrow can be had,
And 'tis not eafy to be good or bad!
For horrour attends evil, forrow good,

Vice plagues the mind, and vertue flesh and blood.

Crown's Darius.

The world is a great dance, in which we find
The good and bad have various turns affign'd;
But when they've ended the great masquerade,
One goes to glory, th' other to a fhade.

Crown's Juliana.



YOUTH. 320


E affable and courteous in youth, that
You may be honour'd in age. Roses that
Lote their colours, keep their favours, and pluck'd
From the ftalk, are put to the ftill.
Because it boweth when the fun rifeth,
Is fweetest when it is oldeft: and children,
Which in their tender Years fow courtesy,
Shall in their declining ftates reap pity,



Lilly's Sapho and Phao,

-Let me not live (quoth he)

my flame lacks oil; to be the fnuff

Of younger fpirits, whofe apprehensive senses
All but new things difdain; whose judgments are
Meer fathers of their garments; whofe conftancies
Expire before their fashions.

Shakespear's All's well that ends well.

-For Youth no lefs becomes

The light and careless livery that it wears,
Than fettled age his fables, and his weeds
Importing health and graveness.

Shakespear's Hamlet.

I'll ferve his youth, for youth must have his course,
For being reftrain'd, it makes him ten times worse :
His pride, his riot, all that may be nam'd,
Time may recall, and all his madnefs tam'd.


Shakespear's London Prodiga!.

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I'll not practice any violent means to stay
Th' unbridled courfe of youth in him for that
Restrain'd, grows more impatient; and, in kind,
Like to the eager, but the gen'rous grey-hound,
Who, ne'er fo little from his game withheld,

Turns head, and leaps up at his holder's throat.

Johnfon's Every Man in his Humour. What Stoick ftrange, who most precife appears, Could that Youth's death with tearless eyes behold ? In all perfections ripe, tho' green in years; A hoary judgment under locks of gold.

-The heat

E. of Sterline's Crafus.

Of an unsteady youth, a giddy brain,
Green indifcretion, flattery of greatness,
Rawness of judgment, wilfulness in folly,

Thoughts vagrant as the wind, and as uncertain.

John Ford's Broken Heart.

-Folly may be in youth:

But many times 'tis mixt with grave discretion ́
That tempers it to use, and makes its judgment
Equal, if not exceeding that, which palleys
Have almoft fhaken into a disease.

I love to see a nimble activeness

Nabbs's Covent Garden.

In noble youth; it argues active minds
In well fhap'd bodies, and begets a joy
Dancing within me.

1. Though youthful blood be hot,

Yet it must be allay'd and cool'd by fnowy age;
And those of elder years ought to restrain
Its violent and impetuous course.

2. Ay, but with this caution and provifo,
That the reftraint be not unfeasonable:
'Tis a receiv'd opinion 'mong anatomists,
That the ligature and binding of a member,
If feasonably apply'd, preferves the heart



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