Ut leve folium, quod vento rapitur, "The pomp of worldly praise, Is liken'd to a flower; Whose date doth not contain With wind about is thrown, So light is life of man, And lightly hence is blown. Finis. My Lucke is Losse." II. "Beware of had I wyst. "Beware of had I wyst, Whose fine brings care and smart, Esteem of all, as they deserve, And deem as deem'd thou art : So shall thy perfect friend Enjoy his hoped hire, And faithless fawning foe shall miss The effect of his desire. Good Will shall have his gain, And Hate shall heap despite; A faithless friend shall find distrust, And love shall reap delight. Thyself Thyself shall rest in peace; Thy friend shall joy thy fate; May seem perchance but vain, To teach to find a friend; And if you prove in part, And find my counsel true, Then wish me well for thy good will, Finis. My Lucke is Losse.*" ART. XIII. Foure Paradoxes of Arte, Lawe, Warre, and Service. By Tho. Scott. 1602. [CONTINUED FROM P. 381, VOL. III.] "Omnis est misera servitus." "But staie:-O rest thee, Muse, and rest thee, Mind; I now have found the jewell which I sought; Whose only good is in itself confin'd, The sanctuary of the hopefull thought; The port of safetie, and the happy life, Free from malitious broyles and tedious strife. * No. III. Beginning "Not stayed state, but feeble stay," is printed in Ellis's Specimens." Whe Who list to draw himselfe from publick throng, Or seeks himselfe from envious tongues to ward: Or covets quiet, or eschues debate, Or loves content, or fears lean-visag'd hate: Let him repaire to courte, and in the court, Like ivy, cleave unto some great man's side, may So he live secure; free from the fear O happy man! whose fortune 'tis to finde This rarely-heire of bountie in the great; Which sooner happens to th' illiterate hinde, Than him whose brain the learned Sisters heat; Because the man, that's only great in show, Dreads other men his ignorance should know. This makes the childe of fortune, to reveale His thoughts to drudging boors and shallow fools; But all his consultations, to conceale From those that are not enemies to schools: For ignorance, like every other sin, Loves still to live unknown, and blind within. The honest servant seeks t' amend his lord, And grieves to hear his wants themselves should speak; VOL. IV. But But the base slave doth fearfully afford A jeering flattery, with count'nance bleak To every word; and therefore is regarded, When truth is with suspect and hate rewarded. Base flattery, and double diligence, That thrust their fingers into every place; That carry tales and give intelligence Of all that may their fellows' faith disgrace: He that can these, shall thrive; and may in time Ill fare that gentry so purloyn'd with stealth! For to their deeds he turns his Argus' eyes: And doth perswade his lord, that his whole care His younger son the better for't shall fare, But when the trusty servant stands aloof, Fond youth! who dedicates thy precious hours Fond Fond youth! that bind'st thy selfe to be a slave O why should I aim all my thoughts to please That only know how others to controul? So camels kneel, whilst bondmen do bestride them. But man that is free-born, not born a beast, Should freely bear him selfe, and freely love For what avails it me to know so much, As I do know myselfe, and yet will scoff What boots it me, to climb the starry tower, If I had none to tell them to again? The soul would glut herselfe with Heaven, I know, It is a crown unto a gentle breast, To one whose bosom he doth open find: |