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THE GOLDEN

AGE NEVER

WAS THE

PRESENT

SUCH THINGS AS YE HAVE.

ONE.

BE CONTENT WITH

LL living things with others loffe maintaine
Their life, not fo my harmeleffe light I gaine.

The plant doth feede upon the fertile foile;
And bruitifh beafts the pleasant plants doe fpoile ;
So harmeleffe beaft, and bird, and fifh must dy,

To pamper mans too licorifh gluttony.
But of condition though I mortall be;
Yet this my Light is onely nurft by me.
The most of men doe live by others loffe,
Whilft others goods they to themfelves engroffe:
So man proves wolfe to man, and robbery gives
Moft gaine to him, who moft unjustly lives.
Thrice happy's he, who's of his state content,
As if it were Craffus or Crofus rent.

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A CONTENTED MIND IS A CONTINUAL FEAST.

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As for Man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone and the place thereof shall know it no
more.-Psalm ciii. 15, 16.

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VANITY HAS NO GREATER FOE THAN ITSELF.

UCH is lights love to Heaven, that still above

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It mounts, and cannot to the center move;

Hold you it under, it will upward reach,

And through its ruinous body make a breach.

Our foule doth bend our bodies ftraight and even,
As with it felfe, it would them raife to Heaven;
But all in vaine it undergoes fuch toyle,

The body will not leave its native foyle:
Age puls it downe, and makes it ftoope full low,

Till death doth give his fatall overthrow

Then through the bodies breach the Soule doth rife,
And like a conquerour, mount to the skyes.

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A

BILL

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