Trivial poems and triolets. Written in obedience to Mrs Tomkin's commands, By Patrick Carey |
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[What use has hee made of his soule]
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What use has hee made of his souleWho (still on uices bent)
N'ere stroue his passions to controule;
But hum'ring them, his life has spent?
Pray tell me, if I can
Call such a very thing as that is, man?
For since that iust as sense has bidde,
Itt doe, or leaue; itt wrought, or ceast;
And would not heare when reason chidde,
Or her commands reguard the least;
Itt might haue liu'd e'ene as itt did,
And yett have beene a beast.
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Had itt a lyon beene; just soeItt would roare out, and fume:
Were itt a peacocke; itt would goe
Just thus, admiring itt's owne plume:
Or if itt were a goate;
Thus, onely on base pleasures itt would dote.
More then this thing, the rauenous hogge
Searches not, where his gutts to fill:
Nor att a stranger's hound, the dogge
O'th' house more snarle or enuy will;
Then this odde thing (though apt to cogge)
Repine att others still.
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The crow, that hoardes up all she findes;The ant, that still takes paynes;
Doe nothing more, then hee who minds
But how to fill his baggs with gaynes.
The snayle and sluggerd bee
Within alike, tho' in shape they disagree.
Call not that thing then, man; euen as
Thou wouldst not iniure by the same
Man, who like God created was;
God who for man's sake, man became:
But, since soe much o'th' beast itt has,
Call itt by itt's owne name.
Accepit in uano animam suam.
—Psalm xxiii. uers 4. | Trivial poems | |