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02c. 1617 AD
The weary mariner so fast not flies An howling tempest, harbour to attain; Nor shepherd hastes, when frays of wolves arise, So fast to fold, to save his bleating train! As I, wing’d with contempt and just disdain, Now fly the world and what it most doth prize, And sanctuary seek, free to remain From wounds of abject times, and envy’s eyes: To me this world did once seem sweet and fair, While sense’s light mind’s perspective kept blind; Now like imagin’d landscapes in the air, And weeping rainbows, her best joys I find; Or if aught here is had that praise should have, It is an obscure life and silent grave.
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03c. 1617 AD
Of this fair volume which we “world” do name, If we the sheets and leaves could turn with care, Of him who it corrects and did it frame, We clear might read the art and wisdom rare, Find out his power, which wildest powers doth tame, His providence extending everywhere, His justice, which proud rebels doth not spare, In every page—no period of the same. But silly we, like foolish children, rest Well pleas’d with colour’d vellum, leaves of gold, Fair dangling ribbands—leaving what is best; On the great writer’s sense ne’er taking hold; Or if by chance we stay our minds on aught, It is some picture on the margin wrought.
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