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THE TERRORS OF DEATH MOST IN APPREHENSION.
REFLECTIONS ON THE VANITY OF LIFE.
Reason thus with life, If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing, That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art (Servile to all the skiey influences) That does this habitation, where thou keep’st, Hourly afflict : merely, thou art death's fool : For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun, And yet runn'st toward him still : thou art not noble ; For all the accommodations that thou bear'st Are nursed by baseness : thou art by no means valiant; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provokest; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more : thou art not thyself; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of dust : happy thou art not; For what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get ; And what thou hast, forgett'st: thou art not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,* After the moon : if thou art rich, thou art poor ; For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey
* Affects, affections.
And death unloads thee : friend hast thou none;
VIRTUE AND GOODNESS.
GREATNESS SUBJECT TO CENSURE.
RESOLUTION FROM A SENSE OF HONOUR.
Why give me this shame ?
* Leprous eruptions.
f Old age.
THE TERRORS OF DEATHI.
And shamed life a hateful.
Imagine howling !—'tis too horrible !
MERCHANT OF VENICE.
MIRTH AND MELANCHOLY.
Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time Some that will evermore peep through their eyes, And laugh, like parrots, at a bag-piper; And other of such vinegar aspect, That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Let me play the fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ?