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HONORABILI JUVENI

Johanni JVallop Arm.

HONORATISSIMI VICE-COMITIS

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Filio Natu Maximo.

LEVE hpcmunusculum, Juvenisornatiffime, in Schola Wintonienfi nuper abfblu'tum, Tibi humillime offerri pa#ari& ■ Qvfod Te amice accepturum nullus dubito, quum in studiis prosequendis astrictiori quadamNeceffitudineTibi propi

aflidens, penitius perspexerim, quanta me

•: ?.: u: / fua. suavitate sis; quam humanioris Literaturæ amans. Licebit de his nugis quodammodo gloriari, siquid fbrsan oblectamenti, quantalumcunque sit, Tibi inde proveniat; Tibi, Viri illius Honoratiflimi Filio, cujus si effusam in me meosque Benevolentiam profited dubitarem, indignus viderer qui expertus essem. Quem, a rduum Vir tutis Exemplar, faxit Deus, strenue imiteris; mores eximios avide imbibas; vestigia propius sequaris: ut cum anni accreverint provectiores, quanto jam Wiccamicis, tanto Patriæ sis ornamento.

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Tibi Devinctistimus

Tuique Observant istimus

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Guil. Dobson. SOLOMON

De MUNDI

VANITATE.

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S C I E N T I A:

LIBER PRIMUS.

S C I E N T I A:

LIBER PRIMUS. . .

AUdite, OGentes; Linguis Animisque favete:
Suadet Amor, veraxque jubet Sapientia sari,
Quæ mihi sollicito versat.sub Pectore Musa,
Vana docens quæcunque agimus, quæcunque putamus.
Quod septem denos peregrinis callibus Annos,
Per Rupesque Periclorum, Lacrymisque fluentes
Valliculas acti, perplexo Errore vagamur,
Lassatique Viæ, timiaique accedere Metam.
Quodque pari a Cunis sortimur LegeTumultus
Affectusque leves, Curasque & Inania Rerum;
Jamque aderit cum summa Dies, Hoc scire erit unum,
Nos omnes (tristi meditor quod dicere Versu)
Gaudia ficta sequi, verisque Doloribus angi.

Pax Animi, usque adeo vigilantibus obvia Somnis
Vitæ, sicfalsodictæ; Versumque sequacem
Ludere mobiliter lasciva, Volatilis Umbra,
Tenuis Imago Boni, vanus quam parturit Error,

CreKNOWLEDG E: o

The FIRST BOOK.

YE Sons of Men, with just Regard attend, Observe the Preacher, and believe the Friend, Whose serious Muse inspires him to explain, That all we Act, and all we Think is Vain. That in this Pilgrimage of Seventy Years, O'er Rocks of Perils, and thro'Vales of Tears Destin'd to march, our doubtful Steps we tend, Tir'd with the Toil, yet fearful of it's End. That from the Womb We take our fatal Shares Of Follies, Passions, Labors, Tumults, Cares; *And at Approach of Death shall only know :.* "} The Truths, which from these pensive Numbers flow, > That We pursue false Joy, and suffer real Woe. J

Happiness, object of that waking Dream, Which we call Life, mistaking; Fugitive Theme Of my pursuing Verse; Ideal Shade; ',{. '. Notional Good, by Fancy only made,

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