1. What other is the world than a ball,

Which we run after with hoop and with holio, He that doth catch it, is sure of a fall,

His heels tript up by him that doth follow!
2. Do not women play too ?
3. They are too light, quickly down.
1. O yes, they are the belt gamesters of all;

For though they often lie on the ground,
Not one amongst a hundred will fall,
But under her coats the ball will be found.

Shirley's Bird in a Cage,
No marvel, thou great monarch didit complain,
And weep, there were no other worlds to gain :
Thy griefs and thy complaints were not amiss;
Hea's grief enough, that finds no world but this.

Quarles,
Thus having travers'd the fond world in brief,
The luft of th' eyes, the flesh, and pride of life;
Unbiass d and impartially we see,
'Tis lighter in the scale, than vanity.
What then remains ? But that we still should strive
Not to be born to die, but dye to live.

Cleveland,
Well hath the great creator of the world
Fram'd it in that exact and perfect form,
That by itself unmoveable might stand,
Supported only by his providence.
Well hath his pow'rful wisdom ordered
The in nature disagreeing elements,
That all affecting their peculiar place,
Maintain the conservation of the whole.
Well hath he taught the swelling ocean
To know his bounds, left in luxurious pride
He should insult upon the conquer'd land.
Well hath he plac'd those torches in the heav'ns
To give light to our else all darkned eyes:
The chriftal windows thorough which our soul
Looking upon the world's mott beauteous face,

Is bleft with fight and knowledge of his works.
Well hath he all things done : for how, alas!
Could any strength or wit of feeble man
Sustained have that greater univerfe
Too weak an Atlas for one commonwealth ?
How could he make the earth, the water, air,
And fire, in peace their duties to observe,
Or bridle up the headftrong ocean,
That cannot rule the wits and congues

of

meny
And keep them in? It were impossible
To give light to the world, with all his art
And skill, that cannot well illuminate
One darkned understanding.

Sophifter In this grand wheel, the world, we're fpokes made all;

But that it may still keep its round, Some mount while others fall.

Alex. Brome. Who looks

upon

this world, and not beyond it, To the abodes it leads to, must believe it The bloody flaughter-house of some ill pow's, Rather than the contrivance of a good one. Ev'ry thing here breeds misery to man; The sea breeds storms to fink him : If he flies To fhore for aid, the shore breeds rocks to tear him: The earth breeds briars to rend him, trees to hang him ; Those things that seem his friends, are false to him : The air that gives him breath, gives him infection ; Meat takes his health away, and drink his reason. His reason is to great a plague to him, He never is so pleas'd as when he's robb'd on't By drink or madness.

Crown's ambitious Statefran, Oh cursed troubled world ! Where nothing without forrow can be had, And 'tis not easy to be good or bad ! For horrour attends evil, forrow good, Vice plagues the mind, and vertue desh and blood.

Crown's Darius,

'The world is a great dance, in which we find
The good and bad have various turns assign'd ;
But when they've ended the great masquerade,
One goes to glory, th other to a shade.

Crown's Juliana.

YOU TH.

E affable and courteous in youth, that

Lole their colours, keep their favours, and pluck'd
From the stalk, are put to the still. Cotonea,
Because it boweth when the sun riseth,
Is sweetest when it is oldeft : and children,
Which in their tender Years fow courtesy,
Shall in their declining states reap pity,

Lilly's Sapho and Pbas.
Let me not live (quoth he)
After my flame lacks oil ; to be the snuf
Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses
All but new things disdain ; whose judgments are
Meer fathers of their garments ; whose constancies
Expire before their fashions.

Shakespear's All's well that ends well. -For Youth no less becomes The light and careless livery' that it wears, Than settled age his fables, and his weeds Importing health and graveness.

Shakespear's Hamlet. 111 ferve his youth, for youth must have his course, For being reitrain'd, it makes him ten times worse : His pride, his riot, all that may be nam'd, Time may recall, and all his madness tam'd.

Shakespear's London Prodigal.

I'll not practice any violent means to stay
Th' unbridled course of youth in him : for that
Reftrain'd, grows more impatient; and, in kind,
Like to the eager, but the gen'rous grey-hound,
Who, ne'er so little from his game withheld,
Turns head, and leaps up at his holder's throat.

i Fohnson's Every Man in his Humour.
What Stoick strange, who mos precise appears,
Could that Youth's death with tearless eyes behold?
In all perfections ripe, tho' green in year's ;
A hoary judgment under locks of gold.

E. af Sterline's Crafus.

The heat
Of an unsteady youth, a giddy brain,
Green indiscretion, fattery of greatness,
Rawness of judgment, wilfulness in folly,
Thoughts vagrant as the wind, and as uncertain.

John Ford's Broken Heart.

-Folly may be in youth : But many times ?tis mixt with

grave discretion That tempers it to use, and makes its judgment Equal, if not exceeding that, which palleys Have almost shaken into a disease.

Nabbs's Covent Garden. I love to see a nimble activeness In noble youth ; it argues active minds In well shap'd bodies, and begets a joy Dancing within me.

Ibid. 1. Though youthful blood be hot, Yet it must be allay'd and cool'd by snowy age; And those of elder years ought to restrain Its violent and impetuous course. 2. Ay, but with this caution and proviso, That the restraint be not unseasonable : 'Tis a receiv'd opinion 'mong anatomists, That the ligature and binding of a member, If seasonably apply'd, preserves the heart

From

From sislert influxes of the blood;
But if the application be untimely, it causes
Gangreens and bæmorrhagies ;
So youthful blood if checkt unseasonably,
Becomes more insolent and impetuous,
Blore vitiated and corrupt, than if
Its natural course had not been hinderd ;
The age of youth is the strong rein of
Paffion, and vice does ride in triumph
Upon the wheels of vehement defire,
Which run with infinite celerity,
When the body drives the chariot,
They can't be itopp'd on a sudden;
Art and deliberation must be us'd.

Nevile's Poor Scholar. All hardy youths! from valiant fathers sprung,

Whom perfect honour he fo highly taught,
That th' aged fetch'd examples from the young,
And hid the vain experience which they brought.

Sir William Davenant's Gondibert.
Something of youth, I in old age approve ;
But more the marks of age in youth I love.
Who this obferves, may in his body find
Decrepit age, but never in his mind.

Denham. And they whose high examples youth obeys, Are not despised, though their strength decays ; And those decays, to speak the naked truth, Though the defects of age, were crimes of youth : Intemp'rate youth, by fad experience found, Ends in an age imperfect and unfound.

Denham, And to ralh youth 'tis an unhappy fate, To come too early to a great eltate.

Crown's Califto.