Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville :: :: University of Virginia Library

VVho worships Cupid, doth adore a boy,
Boyes earnest are at first in their delight,
But for a new, soone leaue their dearest toy,
And out of minde, as soone as out of sight,
Their ioyes be dallyings and their wealth is play,
They cry to haue, and cry to cast away.

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Mars is an Idoll, and Mans lust, his skye;
Whereby his glories still are full of wounds,
Who worship him, their fame goes farre and nigh,
But still of ruine and distresse it sounds.
Yet cannot all be wonne, and who doth liue,
Must roome to neighbours and succession giue.

Those Mercurists that vpon humors worke,
And so make others skill, and power their owne,
Are like the Climats, which farre Northward lurke,
And through long Winters must reape what is sowne;
Or like the Masons, whose Art building well,
Yet leaues the house for other men to dwell.

Mercurie, Cupid, Mars, they be no Gods,
But humane Idols, built vp by desire,
Fruit of our boughs, whence heauen maketh rods,
And babyes too for child-thoughts that aspire:
Who sees their glories, on the earth must prye;
Who seeks true glory must looke to the skye.