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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A28543	The Consolation of philosophy		1664 (1664)	Wing B3428; ESTC R7383	72,453	204

the chiefest Good is not Which does depend upon a lot For that that same excell it must Which Chance nor Power out can thrust 'T is manifest that Bliss is higher Then Fortune's fopp'ries can aspire This more Who Happiness does row Or knows she 'l change or does not know If he don't know what blessedness Can be in ignorant blindness And if he know his fears are still He shall her lose since goe she will So being in fear continually 'T is sure he happy cannot be And if her loss he can neglect So that no way it him deject 'T is a poor Bliss that will not cross Him that enjoys it in the loss But since by many ways thou' rt known To be a person who does own That humane minds not mortal are And that this one thing more is clear That Death this Happiness does end Then if no further it extend No doubt but all mankind that dy By Death fall into misery But we have many known that have Sought Blessedness e'en in the grave By Death not only but have so By torments and afflictions too Then in this Life what can us bless Whose end only gives Blessedness Who would him seat With caution great Where is no fear That Winds should tear Nor Waves that threat A downfall great Let him not fly To Mountains high Where Winds that blow May overthrow Nor on Sands rear Which cannot bear But set him down In a low ground Where Winds that roar Can't turn him o're Thus quiet he May happy be Scorning their rage Throughout his age But since that I these foments find Already sink into thy mind I stronger med'cines now will try Grant Fortune's goods had certainty What 's in them that is worth the while Or well consider'd is not vile Are Riches thine or of such count Does Gold or Mony so surmount Why in the spending these by far Then in th' acquist more glorious are Base Avarice is hated still Bounty does mouths with praises fill And since Wealth can with no man stay Wealth 's precious then when giv'n away For should one man keep all the store All other men must needs be poor Words without Cost all men may spare But Riches spent diminish'd are Why then 't is of necessity Who parts with 's Wealth he poor must be How poor a thing is Riches then Which cannot be enjoy'd by men Nor without making many poor Can any man make up a store Does Jewels lustre thee intice If ought be in them of great price 'T is from the Jewels not the Men. Why so admir'd I wonder then What in a senseless thing can seem So fair that Reason so 't should deem Which though they by creation are In their degree exceeding fair Yet far below thee they are plac'd Nor do deserve to be so grac'd Do pleasant Fields else thee delight Why not no doubt 't is a fair sight So does the Sea delight the eye The Sun the Moon the Stars the Sky But what are all these things to thee Dar'st thou at all boast their beauty Dost thou sweet May adorn with flowers Is Earth made fertile by thy showers Why of vain joys dost so much make External for thine own dost take Fortune will never make that thine Which does by Nature thee decline The Earth no doubt her fruits does bring To nourish ev'ry living thing And if enough will thee suffice Scorn Fortune's superfluities Nature with little is content And if on her there more be spent 'T will or not please or hurtfull be With nauseous satiety Dost thou delight for to appear In sev'ral Suits gorgeous and dear If they at all the fancy raise The stuff or Taylor has the praise Will many Servants make thee blest If bad they are a houshold pest If good anothers probity Pray what shall that redound to thee By all which it is plainly shown What thou count'st thine is not thine own And if no beauty be in these Why should they anger thee or please And if by nature they are fair And so thee please what need'st thou care Since thou may'st all their beauty see Though they possest by others be For they not precious are therefore ' Cause thou hast made them of thy store But thou hast them in great esteem Because that they do precious seem And hunt'st them with great earnestness For fear that want should thee oppress In this thou art deceiv'd also Since still thou want'st to make a show For this of all hands we must grant They that have most they most do want Who nature only would suffice Cares not for superfluities Have you no inward sweet content On outward things you are so bent Or how is your condition free With a divine soul dost agree To boast the glory of thy state In goods that be inanimate Their own contents each other thing But you whose Mind from Heav'n does spring With low things would your self adorn Whereby you your Creator scorn God would have Man all things excell He them to serve himself does sell For if that good more precious is Then that which does that good possess And you base things your good esteem You truly them to serve do seem Which justly does upon you light Of Man not having the foresight To know all things he does excell Whenas himself he does know well And if himself he cease to know He puts himself the Beasts below For Ignorance the nature is Of Beasts but 't is of Man the vice You do your self but make a scorn When you with what 's not yours adorn For what is seen we only prize What 's hid in its own ordure lies I do deny that good to be Which does the owner injury Am I in this deceiv'd or no I 'me sure that thou wilt not say so But oft who Riches do possess By them are brought to heaviness Since ev'ry rogue does think that he Has right to them as well as thee And thou who now thy throat dost fear And for false goods dost take such care If thou those goods away would'st fling Before the Thief thou'dst leap and sing Then worldly Wealth great joy has sure While who't enjoyes can't be secure Happy that Age who their own Fields did till Could Hunger's rage with Acorns eas'ly fill Did not their Wine with hony mixt confound Nor made them fine with Tyrian dye unsound Who on the grass did take their quiet rest Drink Water was and under Pines did feast When dang'rous Trade which with it Wealth did bring Was not yet made of Vice the fatal spring No Trumpets did the Souldiers minds elate No weapons hid in wounds through mortal hate What could invite men then to kill and slay For none would fight if it were not for pay O would again those manners might return But love of gain like Aetna's fire does burn Ah! who was he that first did treasures find Man lived free they in their cells confin'd Of powers and of dignities Which you extoll unto the