Seauen Satyres Applyed to the weeke, including the worlds ridiculous follyes. True faelicity described in the Phoenix. Maulgre. Whereunto is annexed the wandring Satyre. By W. Rankins |
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| 7. | SATYR. septimus. Contra Sollistam. |
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SATYR. septimus. Contra Sollistam.
There where the fottish ignoraunt adore,
The vaine transparant, splendor of the Sun,
Accounting no felicity before,
The rising of his glory be begun,
Yet darke drown le vices will not seeke to shun:
I was: but now the shade of men I tooke,
Those that the substance of their soule forsooke.
The vaine transparant, splendor of the Sun,
Accounting no felicity before,
The rising of his glory be begun,
Yet darke drown le vices will not seeke to shun:
I was: but now the shade of men I tooke,
Those that the substance of their soule forsooke.
Cræsus said wealth was chiefe felicity,
Onely authority deseru'd a throne.
That war for kingdomes was tranquility,
And to be honor'd was true heauen alone,
But when by thraldome all this pompe was gone:
Solon (quoth he) my soule must needes confesse,
In dying well is onely happines.
Onely authority deseru'd a throne.
That war for kingdomes was tranquility,
And to be honor'd was true heauen alone,
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Solon (quoth he) my soule must needes confesse,
In dying well is onely happines.
The sun shines when the Scepter's in the hand,
The sun shines where the golden Fleece doth rest,
Where Ladyes wanton with a carpet band,
(Though it be shut) within the Misers chest,
And where fat Epicures delight to feast:
O golden glory, shall this euer vanish,
Where such a God with swaying power doth vanquish.
The sun shines where the golden Fleece doth rest,
Where Ladyes wanton with a carpet band,
(Though it be shut) within the Misers chest,
And where fat Epicures delight to feast:
O golden glory, shall this euer vanish,
Where such a God with swaying power doth vanquish.
Behold, the morning cheeres the springing flower,
The heate of heauen glads the twining vine,
The glasse full brimmed with the sandy hower,
These are more glorious than that pride of thine,
Yet see how sodainely they shall decline:
When like the flower, thy beawty, vine, thy wit,
Thy glasse-dust run, and thou in dust shalt sit.
The heate of heauen glads the twining vine,
The glasse full brimmed with the sandy hower,
These are more glorious than that pride of thine,
Yet see how sodainely they shall decline:
When like the flower, thy beawty, vine, thy wit,
Thy glasse-dust run, and thou in dust shalt sit.
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How like a King the Marygould doth spred,
The golden circuit of her impald brow,
A whiffing winde that coronet hath shed,
And made her prowde vnknobbed stalke to bow,
No longer will the plants her pompe alow.
So haue I seene ere how a goulden Crowne,
In a darke vault his pretious head lay downe.
The golden circuit of her impald brow,
A whiffing winde that coronet hath shed,
And made her prowde vnknobbed stalke to bow,
No longer will the plants her pompe alow.
So haue I seene ere how a goulden Crowne,
In a darke vault his pretious head lay downe.
Let him then thinke, that happines will thinke,
It lyes not in the glosse of humaine eyes,
How sodainely that vading ioy would shrinke,
When euery minute, liuing pleasure dyes,
Like the bright clowded mistnes of the skyes.
If wild-bred Satyres so their lesson can,
Tis better be a Satyre than a man.
It lyes not in the glosse of humaine eyes,
How sodainely that vading ioy would shrinke,
When euery minute, liuing pleasure dyes,
Like the bright clowded mistnes of the skyes.
If wild-bred Satyres so their lesson can,
Tis better be a Satyre than a man.
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