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Johanni Wallop Arm.

HONORATISSIMI VICE-COMITIS

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LYMINGTON

FILIO NATU MAXIMO.

EVE hoc munufculum, Juvenis ornatiffime, in Schola Wintonienfi nu

per abfolutum, Tibi humillime of

ferri patiaris, Quod Te amice accepturum nullus dubito, quum in ftudiis profequendis aftrictiori quadam Neceffitudine Tibi propius aflidens, penitius perfpexerim, quanta morum

fua

fuavitate fis; quam humanioris Literaturæ amans. Licebit de his nugis quodammodo gloriari, fiquid forfan oblectamenti, quantulumcunque fit, Tibi inde proveniat; Tibi, Viri illius Honoratiffimi Filio, cujus fi effusam in me meofque Benevolentiam profiteri dubitarem, indignus viderer qui expertus effem. Quem, arduum Virtutis Exemplar, faxit Deus, ftrenue imiteris; mores eximios avide imbibas; veftigia propius fequaris: ut cum anni accreverint provectiores, quanto jam Wiccamicis, tanto Patriæ fis ornamento.

Tibi Devinctiffimus

Tuique Obfervantiffimus

GUIL. DOBSON.

SOLOMON

De MUNDI

VANITATE.

SCIENTIA:

LIBER PRIMUS.

A

SCIENTIA:

A

LIBER PRIMUS.

Udite, O Gentes; Linguis Animifque favete:
Suadet Amor, veraxque jubet Sapientia fari,

Quæ mihi follicito verfat fub Pectore Mufa,
Vana docens quæcunque agimus, quæcunque putamus.
Quòd feptem denos peregrinis callibus Annos,
Per Rupefque Periclorum, Lacrymifque fluentes
Valliculas acti, perplexo Errore vagamur,
Laffatique Viæ, timidique accedere Metam.
Quòdque pari à Cunis fortimur Lege Tumultus
Affectufque leyes, Curafque & Inania Rerum;
Jamque aderit cum fumma Dies, Hoc fcire erit unum,
Nos omnes (trifti meditor quod dicere Verfu)
Gaudia ficta fequi, verifque Doloribus angi.

Pax Animi, ufque adeo vigilantibus obvia Somnis Vitæ, fic falsò dicta; Verfumque fequacem Ludere mobiliter lafciva, Volatilis Umbra,

Tenuis Imago Boni, vanus quam parturit Error,

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KNOWLEDGE:

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THE FIRST BOOK.

E Sons of Men, with juft Regard attend,

Obferve 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 Deftin'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, Paffions, Labors, Tumults, Cares; And at Approach of Death fhall only know The Truths, which from these penfive Numbers flow, That We pursue falfe Joy, and fuffer real Woe.

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

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