Lychnocausia Sive Moralia Facum Emblemata: Lights Morall Emblems: Authore Roberto Farlaeo Scoto-Britanno [i.e. by Robert Farley] |
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Lychnocausia | ||
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[When as the waxen light and candle did shine]
When as the waxen light and candle did shine,
As was the taper, so the candle was fine:
When light is gone, this gives an odious snuffe,
That smels of Hyblas sweete nectarian stuffe.
As was the taper, so the candle was fine:
When light is gone, this gives an odious snuffe,
That smels of Hyblas sweete nectarian stuffe.
So when the wicked sits in honours chaire,
Vnto the good man all doe him compare;
But when death sparing none, his maske puls off,
And changing Fortune sets him for a scoffe:
Then to the frittle people he doth stinke,
His name smels like a common-shore or sinke:
The good againe, even in adversity,
Cares not for Fortunes false inconstancy;
And when against him death hath done her best,
His name smells like the Phenix spicy nest.
Vnto the good man all doe him compare;
But when death sparing none, his maske puls off,
And changing Fortune sets him for a scoffe:
Then to the frittle people he doth stinke,
His name smels like a common-shore or sinke:
The good againe, even in adversity,
Cares not for Fortunes false inconstancy;
And when against him death hath done her best,
His name smells like the Phenix spicy nest.
Lychnocausia | ||