¶ On Prosperity.
IF wicked men in Gold and Silver shine,
Should I at their Prosperity repine?
When I indeed behold their spreading Eay,
And view their Quails, methinks I'm apt to say,
They happy are; but 'tis when I forget
Their shining-sun doth with a twinkle set:
For when into God's Sanctuary I
Once place my foot, I easily descry
That all the Blossoms of their splendid Glory
Are as dull shadows, meerly momentory;
The scum of Vanity, a useless froth,
Blasted with one breath of Almighty wrath;
External Pleasures, on which they rely,
Fill up the measures of their misery.
Like the deceitful Salute Joab gave
To Amasa; so all their great and brave
Bespangled Honour mounts them up in Vice,
Only to cast them from a precipice:
Or like the Mule of Absalom, doth bear
Them to the Gallows, and so leaves them there.
Like Jaels present in a lordly dish,
It seems to pleasure the luxurious wish;
But in the end, when sensual Lusts prevail,
The dire conclusion shews a fatal nail;