Sweet Phosphor, Bring The Daywhose Conquering Raymay

See How The World (whose Chaste And Pregnant Womb Of Late Conceiv'd, And Brought Forth Nothing Ill) Is Now Degenerated, And Become A Base Adult'ress, Whose False Births Do Fill The Earth With Monsters, Monsters That Do Roam And Rage About, And Make A Trade To Kill: Now Glutt'ny Paunches, And Avarice A Pawn; Pale Envy Pines, Pride Swells, And Sloth Begins To Yawn.

See, Here's A Shadow Found; The Human Nature Is Made Th' Umbrella To The Deity, To Catch The Sunbeams Of Thy Just Creator; Beneath This Covert Thou May'st Safely Lie.

The Grave Is Sooner Cloy'd Than Men's Desire.

Luxury Is An Enticing Pleasure, A Bastard Mirth, Which Hath Honey In Her Mouth, Gall In Her Heart, And A Sting In Her Tail.

Knowledge Descries; Wisdom Applies.