Divine poems Containing The History of Ionah. Ester. Iob. Sampson. Sions Sonets. Elegies. Written and newly augmented, by Fra: Quarles |
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Fraus Mundi. 3.
I love the World (as Clients love the Lawes)To manage the uprightnesse of my Cause;
The World loves me, as Shepheards doe their flockes,
To rob, and spoile them of their fleecy lockes;
I love the World, and use it as mine Inne,
To bait, and rest my tyred carkeise in:
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For filthy sinne, she sels me timely shame;
She's like the Basiliske, by whose sharpe eyes
The living object, first discover'd, dyes;
Forth from her eyes empoysoned beames do burst
Dyes like a Basiliske, discerned first;
We live at jarres as froward Gamesters doe,
Still guarding, nor regarding others foe;
I love the World, to serve my turne, and leave her,
'Tis no deceit to coozen a Deceiver;
She'll not misse me; I, lesse the world shall misse,
To lose a world of griefe, t'enjoy a world of Blisse.
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