admiration of anything, which is the root of all weakness: for all things are admired either because they are new or because they are great. For novelty, no man wadeth in learning or contemplation thoroughly, but with that printed in his heart, "I know nothing." Neither can any man marvel at the play of puppets, that goeth behind the curtain, and adviseth well of the motion. And as for magnitude, as Alexander the Great, after that he was used to great armies and the great conquest of the spacious provinces in Asia, when he received letters out of Greece, of some fights and services there, which were commonly for a passage, or fort, or some walled town at the most, he said, "It seemed to him that he was advertised' of the battle of the frogs and the mice, that the old tales went of ; so certainly, if a man meditate upon the universal frame of Nature, the earth with men upon it, the divineness of souls excepted, will not seem much other than an ant-hill, where some ants carry corn, and some carry their young, and some go empty, and all to and fro2 a little heap of dust. It taketh away or mitigateth fear of death, or adverse fortune, which is one of the greatest impediments of virtue and imperfections of manners. For if a man's mind be deeply seasoned with the consideration of the mortality and corruptible nature of things, he will easily concur with Epictetus, who went forth one day and saw a woman weeping for her pitcher of earth that was broken; and went forth the next day and saw a woman weeping for her son that was dead; and thereupon said, "Yesterday I saw a fragile thing broken; to-day I have seen a mortal thing die." therefore Virgil did excellently and profoundly couple the knowledge of causes and the conquest of all fears together. 1 literally, "turned toward," and hence, apprised, informed A GARLAND OF ELIZABETHAN LYRICS I. THE GIFTS OF GOD WHEN God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by; So strength first made a way; Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honor, pleasure : For if I should (said He) Bestow this jewel also on my creature, Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness: GEORGE HERBERT II. THE HAPPY LIFE How happy is he born and taught Whose passions not his masters are, Who envies none that chance doth raise Who hath his life from rumors freed, Who God doth late and early pray This man is freed from servile bands And having nothing, yet hath all. HENRY WOTTON III. DEATH, THE LEVELER THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armor against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings: Scepter and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds; See where the victor victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust. JAMES SHIRLEY IV. ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY MORTALITY, behold and fear What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within these heaps of stones; Here they lie, had realms and lands, Who now want strength to stir their hands, With the richest royalest seed That the earth did e'er suck in Since the first man died for sin : Here the bones of birth have cried "Though gods they were, as men they died!" Here are sands, ignoble things, Dropped from the ruined sides of kings: Buried in dust, once dead by fate. FRANCIS BEAUMONT V. MELANCHOLY HENCE, all you vain delights, O sweetest Melancholy! A look that's fastened on the ground, Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; JOHN FLETCHER VI. TO DIANEME SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes |