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A68615	The mirrour which flatters not Dedicated to their Maiesties of Great Britaine, by Le Sieur de la Serre, historiographer of France. Enriched with faire figures. Transcrib'd English from the French, by T.C. And devoted to the well-disposed readers.; Miroir qui ne flatte point. English	La Serre, M. de (Jean-Puget), ca. 1600-1665.; Cary, T. (Thomas), b. 1605 or 6.; Payne, John, d. 1647?, engraver.	1639 (1639)	STC 20490; ESTC S115329	108,868	275

wise worldly ones have had no other recompence of their folly but such a blast of Fames Trump that they sought immortality amid'st this inconstancy of Ages where Death onely was in his Kingdome for they assisted every day at the funerall of their renowned companions and after they had seen their bodyes reduced into ashes they might with the same eye moreover contemplate their shadows I meane their statues metamorphosed into dust and all their reputation served but as a wind to beare them away into an infinity of Abysses since as a Wind being nothing else it flyes away with these heapes of ruine so farre both from the eye and all memory that in the end there is no more thought on 't In effect all these great men of the World did see buried every moment the hope of this vaine glory whereof their ambition was alwayes labouring to make acquist and yet not one of them for all this stept backe as if they tooke a pride in their vanities and the folly of them were hereditary Ambition never elevates but to give a greater fall CAESAR had seene the death of Pompey and with him all the glory of his renowne and Pompey had seene buried in the tombe of Time and Oblivion the renowne of that great Scipio whose valour more redoubted then the thunder had made the Earth tremble so oft Scipio in his turne might have read the Epitaph which despaire shame and disaster had graven in letters of Gold upon the Sepulture of Hannibal and Hannibal might have learn't to know by the unconstancy of the Age wherein he liv'd before he made experiment of them the mis-fortunes and miseries which are inseparable to our condition And yet notwithstanding all of them have stumbled one after other upon one and the same Stumbling-stone The richest of the world at last is found as poore as the poorest companion I am not come into Persia for the conquest of treasures said Alexander to Parmenio take thou all the riches and leave mee all the glory but after good calculation neither of them both had any thing at all These riches remained in the world still to which they properly appertained and this vaine-glory saw its lover dye without it selfe being seene Insomuch that after so great conquests the wormes have conquered this great Monarch and as the dunghill of his ashes ha's no sort of correspondence with this so famous name of Alexander which otherwhile he bore t is not to be said what he hath beene seeing what he is now I meane his present wretchednesses efface every day the memory of his past greatnesses Ambitious spirits though you should conquer a thousand worlds as hee did this one you should not be a whit richer for all these conquests The Earth is still as it was it never changes nature All her honours are not worth one teare of repentance all its glory is not to bee prized with one sigh of contrition I grant that the noise of your renowne may resound through the foure corners of the Universe That of SALADINE which went round it all could not exempt him from the mishaps of life nor miseries of Death After he had encoffered all the riches of the East yet findes he himselfe so poore for all that hardly can he take along with him so much as a Shirt Embalme then the Aire which you breathe with a thousand Odours bee Served in Plate of Gold Lye in Ivory Swimme in Honours and lastly let all your actions glitter with magnificence the last moment of your life shall bee judge of all those 'T is the greatest horror of death to render account of all the moments of life which have preceded it then shall you be able at your Death to tel me the worth of this vaine glory whereof you have beene Idolaters and after your Death you shall resent the paines of an eternall regreet having now no more opportunity to repent you to any effect Beleeve mee all is but Vanity Honour Glory Riches Praise Esteeme Reputation All this is but smoake during Life and after Death nothing at all The Grands of the world have made a little more noyse then others by the way But this Noyse is ceas'd their light is extinguish't their memory buried And if men speake of them sometimes the answer is returned with a shake of the head intimating no more words of them since such a Law of silence Time hath imposed hereon Seeke your glory in God and your Honour in the contempt of this earthly Honour if you will eternize your renowne in the perpetuity of Ages I have no more to say to you after these truths A PROLVSIVE upon the EMBLEME of the third Chapter A Funeral Herse with wreaths of Cypres crested A Skeleton with Roabes imperiall vested Dead march sad lookes no glorious circumstance Of high Atchievements and victorious Chance Are these fit Trophy's for a Conquerour These are the Triumphs of the Emperour ADRIAN who chose this Sable Heraldry Before the popular guilded Pageantry ' Stead of Triumphall Arches he doth reare The Marble Columnes of his Sepulcher No publike honours wave his strict intent To shrine his Triumph in his Monument The Conscript Fathers and Quirites all Intend his welcome to the Capitoll The vast expence one day's work would have cost He wiser farre since t'other had beene lost To build a Mausolaeum doth bestow Which now at Rome is call'd Saint * Moles ADRIANI nunc Castrū S. Angeli Angelo Where to this Day from Aelius Adrian's Name The Aelian * Pons Aelius Bridge doth still revive his fame Now was the peoples expectation high For wonted pompe and glitt'ring Chevalry But loe their Emp'rour doth invite 'em all Not to a Shew but to his Funerall They looke for Gew-Gaw-fancies his wise scorne Contemnes those Vanities leaves their hope forlorne For since all 's smother'd in the Funerall Pile He will not dally with 'em for a while This was Selfe-Victory and deserveth more Then all the Conquests he had woon before What can Death doe to such a man or Fate Whose Resolutions them anticipate For since the Grave must be the latter end Let our preventing thoughts first thither tend Bravely resolv'd it is knowing the worst What must be done at last as good at first ADRIAN Emperour of Rome Celebrates himselfe his Funeralls and causes his Coffin to be carried in Triumph before him THE MIRROVR WHICH FLATTERS NOT. CHAP. III. O How glorious is the Triumph over Death O how brave is the Victorie over a Mans selfe You see how this great * Adrian Monarch triumphs to day over that proud Triumpher Death after the happy vanquishment of his passions Hee enters into his Empire by the Port of his Tombe thus to raigne during his life like a man that dyes every moment he celebrates himselfe his owne Funerals and is led in Triumph to his Sepulcher to learne to dye generously What a glory 's this to over-awe That which commands the