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PL E A SU RE:
SE C O N D BOOK.
SOLOMON again seeking happiness, enquires if
wealth and greatness can produce it : begins with the magnificence of gardens and buildings, the luxury of music and feasting, and proceeds to the hopes and defires of love. In two episodes are fewn the follies and troubles of that paffion. SoLOMON fill disappointed, falls under the temptations of libertinism and idolatry; recovers his thought, reasons aright, and concludes, that as to ithe pursuit of pleasure, and sensual delight, ALL IS
VANITY AND VEXATION OF SPIRIT.
TEXTS chiefly alluded to in this BOOK.
I said in mine heart, go to now, I will prove thee with mirth; there
fore enjoy pleasure. Ecclesiastes, Chap. II. ver. 1. I made me greai works, I builded me houses, planted me vineyards.
I made me gardens and crchards; and I-planted trees in them of all
kinds of fruits. ver. s. I made me pools of water, to water therewith the wood that bringethe
forth trees. Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the
labour that I had laboured to do, and behold, all was vanity and vexa.
tion of Spirit ; and there was no profit under the fun, ver. 11, I gat me men singers and women fingers, and the delights of the sons of men, as musical instruments, and that of all sorts.
ver, 8. I sought in mine heart to give myself unto wine (yet unacquainting mine
heart with wisdom) and to lay hold on folly, 'till I might see what was that good for the Sons of men, which they should do uuder bca
ven, all the days of their life. Then I said in my heart, as it happeneth unto the fool, so it happeneth
even unto me; and why was I then more wise? Then I said in my
heari, that chis also is vanity. ver. 15. Therefore I hated life, because the work that is wrought under the sun
is grievous unto me. Chap. II. ver, 17. Dead Ales cause the ointment to send forth a stinking favour: so doth a
little folly him that is in reputation for wisdom and honour. Chap.
X. ver. 1. The memory of the just is blessed, but the name of the wicked fhall rot.
Proverbs, Chap. X. ver. 7.
SECOND BO O K.
'R Y then, Oman, the moments to deceive,
That from the womb attend thee to the grave.
I commun'd thus: the pow'r of wealth I try'd,
Rivers diverted from their native course,
The workmen here obey the master's call,
A thoufand artists thew their cunning pow's,
My full design with vast expence atchiev'd,
To my new courts sad thought did ftill repair ; And round my gilded roofs hung hov’ring Care.