ACT. 3.
SCEN. 1.
Enter Mironault Solus.
Miro.
TO be still subject to calamities,
We all must bear: yet not esteem it hard
Our frailty sets this odds from higher powers,
And their dis-orders are appeas'd by ours,
It is a hard injunction of the gods
To set our natures and our selves at odds
When they afflict though due unto our crimes,
Yet they give to the nature that repines
Though if we use it well, none but they give
That blessing, that we are displeas'd to live
'Twas life first cousned man, and did entice
By knowledge its fair gift to cheat him twice;
Man was a happy stranger to himself,
When he believ'd his ignorance his wealth;
Did these Extreams our knowledge ne're employ
VVe should have lesse of cares, though lesse of joy,
For in the mind, they never gain a height
From their own natures but each others weight;
Thus truly man has either more or lesse,
From what he had, not what he does possesse.