Worldlings we court not, envy not, nor fear;
May Friends to Vertue lend their Ear:
While Sinners split on shelves, Saints to
Heav'ns Harbour steer.
Earthlings! What's Heap of Wealth?
What's Honours Height?
What's Pleasures May? can toyes so slight
Blesse Heav'n--descended Soules with Lifes eternall Light?
Riches from most men, swift as Eagles, fly;
Honours on popular breath rely;
Pleasure's a flash; -- And All combind, but Vanity.
Why dot'st thou, WORLD, on these? we will not stay:
Juggler, We know thy tempting Way;
Which is, by Charms to mock our Sense, and then betray.
Art toyles to serve thee; Sables yield their Skinnes;
The Silk--Worm for thy Ward--robe spinnes;
The Rock with Jemmes, the Sea with Pearles, embosse thy Sinnes;
To bribe thy Palate, Lust draynes Earth, Air, Seas;
Whence Finny, Wing'd, hoof'd Droves must please
The Ghitton, made thereby a Spittle of each Disease.
False World, Asps poyson equals not thy Gall,
Imbittering Soules to Hell. Thus all
Thy Darlings thou delud'st with thy enchanting Call.