Classic Poem

Worldlings folly

Mad world, why dost thus mistake
To think that true, religion
Doth soe unman us, as to make
Us lumps of stupifaction,

Wee must to pleasures. bid adeiw
And say to Joy, and mirth be gone
And this is all, that doth acrew
If th' world may be the Judg alone.

But wisdome, is, Justified,
of all her Children, which doe mind
Her they find, they ar by her led
To pleasures, unmix'd, & refin'd.

Goe on, my soull, goe on, I say
In the strength of thy dearest Lord
And in that strength, sweetly obey
And still his love, & praise record.

What though this purblind world should still
Laugh thee to scorn, and vainly think
That better is ther brutish swill
Then thy deviner nobler drink.

Shall not thy sweet experience
Bring joy, & comfort, unto thee
Whilst worldlings, sottish ignorance
Thou shalt with greif, & wonder see.

What though they brave, it out a while
Speanding their days, in vanity
And all things on them seem to smile
Lulling them, in cecurity.

Stay but a while, the scene will chang
And tragicall, will be their end
In helish darknese, they shall rang
Whilst thou to glory, shalt ascend.

I would not have, their cecreet nips
And stings of conscience which they feell
For all the world, which is but snips
Of vanity, upon the wheel.

Whilst wicked men, have not the least
Of solid comfort, Joy; or rest
Thy people live, upon the feast
Of a good conscience in their breast.

The tears of those, that doe belong
To thee more sweetnese have in them
Then all the pleasures which doe throng
And flow in upon wicked men.

What ere thou hast, vain world hold fast
I will not covet, what is thine
I shall insult o're thee, att last
When I in glorys, orb shall shine.