ABSTRACT
W ho is an hour together in one mind : Sure they would, beg a Period o f their breath, And what we call their Birth would count their Mankind is mad *, for none can live alone, (Death. Becau fc their Joys Band by cocoparifon: And yet they quarrel at Society* And drive to kill they know not whoth,nor why. W e all live by Midake,de light in Dreams, Loft to our Telves, and dwelling in Btftretncs; Rejeäing what We have, though ne’re fo good, And prizing what We heVer underftood. Compar'd t‘ our boifterous inCönftancy Tcmpcfts arc calm, andDifcords harmony. Hence we rcverfe the W orld, and yet do find The Cod that made can hardly pleafe our Mind. W e live by chance, and flip into Events; Have all o f Beafts except their Innocence. The Soul, which no man’s pow'r can reach, a thing That makes each Woman Man, each Man a King, Dothfo much lofe,and from its height fo fall, That fome contend to have no Soul at all. ’Tis either not obferv’d, or at the beft By Paflion fought withal,by Sin depreft. Freedom o f W ill ( God’s Image J is forgot *, And if we know it, we improve ir not. Our Thoughts,though nothing can be more our own, Are ftill unguidcd, very feldom known. Time Tcapes our hands as Water in a Sieve, W e come to die e're we begin to live* Truth, the moft futable and noble prize, Food ofour Spirits, yet negleflcdlies. Errour and Shadows arc our choice, and we Owe our perdition to our own decree. I f we fearch Truth, we make itmoreobfeure And when it fliines, cannot the light endure. For moft men now, who plod, and eat, and drink, Have nothing lefs their bus’nefs then to think. And thofe few that enquire, how fmall a (hare
