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LUKE 6. 25.
Woe be to you that laugh now, for ye shall mourn and weep.
THe world's a popular disease, that reignes
Within the froward heart and frantick brains
Of poore distemper'd mortals, oft arising
From ill digestion, through th' unequall poysing
Of ill-weigh'd Elements, whose light directs
Malignant humours to maligne effects.
One raves, and labours with a •…•…oyling liver;
Rends hair by handfuls, cursing Cupids quiver:
Another with a bloudy-slux of oaths
Vowes deep revenge: one dotes; the other loathes:
One frisks and sings, and vies a slagon more
To drench dry cares, and makes the welkin rore:
Another droops; the sunshine makes him sad;
Heav'n cannot please: One's mop'd; the tother's mad:
One hugs his gold; another lets it slie:
He knowing not for whom; nor tother why.
One spends his day in plots, his night in play;
Another sleeps and slugs both night and day:
One laughs at this thing; tother cries for that:
But neither one nor tother knowes for what.
Wonder of wonders! What we ought t'evite
As our disease, we hug as our delight:
'T is held a symptome of approching danger,
When disacquainted Sense becomes a stranger,