2 EMBLEMA. Friend faber, cast me a round hollow ball, Blown full of wind, for emblem of this All; With flowers and fruits, with brooks, beasts, fish, and fowl, Thus rolls the world, the idol of mankind, Whose fruit is fiction; whose foundation wind. 3 FUIMUS FUMUS. Where, where are now the great reports Of those proud kings bade Heaven defiance? Methinks I see a mighty smoke Thick mounting from quick-burning matter, 5 4 OMNIA SOMNIA. Go, silly worm, drudge, trudge, and travel, 5 5 MORS MORTIS. The World and Death one day them cross-disguised, To say whose servant he would fairly yield him. 5 TO HIM whose death killed Death, and from the world has driven him. While in the east, when it is gone, Appears a clearer sky. Which soon perceive the little larks, The lapwing and the snipe, And tune their songs, like Nature's clerks, 15 |