The Literature And the Literary Men of Great Britain And Ireland
The Literature And the Literary Men of Great Britain And Ireland
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fond world, thou boasts; fUse world, thoa ly'st What well-advised ear regards What earth can sayl Thy words are gold, but thy rewards Are painted day: Thy canning can but pack the cards, Thou can'st not play: Thy game at weakest, still then yy'st ; If seen, and then revy'd, deny'st; Thoa art not what thou seem'st; fiUse world, thoa ly'st Thy tinsel bosom seems a mint Of new-coin'd treasore; A paradise, that has no stint.
No change, no measore ; A painted cask, but nothing in't.
Nor wealth, nor ...pleasure: Vain earth ! that fldsely thus comply'st With man; yain man! that thou rely'st On earth ; vain man, thou dofst; vain earth, thoa ly'st What mean dull souls, in this high measure To haberdash In earth's base wares, whose greatest treasure Is dross and trashi The height of whose enchanting pleasore Is but a flash 1 Are these the goods that thou supply'st Us mortals with 1 are these the high'st 1 Can these bring cordial peace 1 fiUse world, thou ly'st DELIGHT IN GOD ALONE.
I love, (and have some cause to love,) the earth She is my Maker's creature; therefore good: She is my mother, for she gave me birth ; She is my tender nurse-^she gives me food; But what's a creature.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
fond world, thou boasts; fUse world, thoa ly'st What well-advised ear regards What earth can sayl Thy words are gold, but thy rewards Are painted day: Thy canning can but pack the cards, Thou can'st not play: Thy game at weakest, still then yy'st ; If seen, and then revy'd, deny'st; Thoa art not what thou seem'st; fiUse world, thoa ly'st Thy tinsel bosom seems a mint Of new-coin'd treasore; A paradise, that has no stint.
No change, no measore ; A painted cask, but nothing in't.
Nor wealth, nor ...pleasure: Vain earth ! that fldsely thus comply'st With man; yain man! that thou rely'st On earth ; vain man, thou dofst; vain earth, thoa ly'st What mean dull souls, in this high measure To haberdash In earth's base wares, whose greatest treasure Is dross and trashi The height of whose enchanting pleasore Is but a flash 1 Are these the goods that thou supply'st Us mortals with 1 are these the high'st 1 Can these bring cordial peace 1 fiUse world, thou ly'st DELIGHT IN GOD ALONE.
I love, (and have some cause to love,) the earth She is my Maker's creature; therefore good: She is my mother, for she gave me birth ; She is my tender nurse-^she gives me food; But what's a creature.
What to read after The Literature And the Literary Men of Great Britain And Ireland?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Abraham Mills to read onlineMoreLess
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