CI. And when like her, O Sákí, you shall pass TIME. AN ENIGMA. EVER eating, never cloying, JONATHAN SWIFT. II. LIFE. THIS LIFE. THIS Life, which seems so fair, Is like a bubble blown up in the air Who chase it everywhere And strive who can most motion it bequeath. And though it sometimes seem of its own might Like to an eye of gold to be fixed there, -But in that pomp it doth not long appear; WILLIAM DRUMMOND. THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE. 15 How happy is he born and taught And simple truth his utmost skill! Whose passions not his masters are; 225 Not tied unto the world with care Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend, With a well-chosen book or friend, This man is freed from servile bands SIR HENRY WOTTON. RETRIBUTION. Ὀψὲ θεῶν ἀλέουσι μύλοι, ἀλέουσι δὲ λεπτά. ("The mills of the gods grind late, but they grind fine.") -Greek Poet. THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all. From the German of F. VON LOGAU. Translation of H. W. LONGFELLOW. THE LYE GOE, Soule, the bodie's guest, Goe tell the court it glowes And shines like rotten wood; Goe tell the church it showes Tell potentates they live Acting by others' actions Not loved unlesse they give, Not strong but by their factions; Tell men of high condition, Tell them that brave it most They beg for more by spending, Who in their greatest cost Tell zeale it lacks devotion; Tell age it daily wasteth; Tell honor how it alters; Tell wit how much it wrangles Straight give them both the lye. Tell physicke of her boldnesse; Tell skill it is pretension; Tell charity of coldnesse; Tell law it is contention; Tell fortune of her blindnesse; |