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The vanity of the worldThe vanity of the vvorld
The vanity of the world by Ezekiel Hopkins.The vanity of the vvorld by Ezekiel Hopkins.
London: printed for Nathanael Ranew and Jonathan Robinson, 1668
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Thirdly, Another Use may be this, If the World be thus vain and empty, why then should we pride our selves in, or prize our selves by any poor enjoyments of it? How foolish is it to account thy self a better man than another, only because thy dunghill is a little bigger than his! These things are not at all to be reckoned into the value and worth of a man: they are all without thee, and concern thee no more than fine clothes do the ⟨p. 123⟩health or strength of the body. 'Tis wealth indeed that makes all the noise and bustle in the World, and challengeth all the respect and honour to it self, and the ignorant Vulgar, whose eyes are dazzled with pomp and bravery, pay it with a stupid and astonished reverence. Yet know, that it is but thy Silks and Velvet, thy Lands, or thy Retinue and Servants, they venerate not thee: and if thou thinkest otherwise, thou art as justly ridiculous, as that Ass in the Apologue, that grew very gravely proud, and took state when the people fell prostrate before him, adoring not him but the Idol he carried.
Thirdly, Another Use may be this, If the World be thus vain and empty, why then should we pride our selves in, or prize our selves by any poor enjoyments of it? How foolish is it to account thy self a better man than another, onely because thy dunghill is a little bigger than his! These things are not at all to be reckoned into the value and worth of a man: they are all without thee, and concern thee no more than fine cloaths do the ⟨p. 123⟩health or strength of the body. 'Tis wealth indeed that makes all the noise and bustle in the World, and challengeth all the respect and honour to it self, and the ignorant Vulgar, whose eyes are dazled with pomp and bravery, pay it with a stupid and astonisht reverence. Yet know, that it is but thy Silks and Velvet, thy Lands, or thy Retinue and Servants, they venerate not thee: and if thou think'st otherwise, thou art as justly ridiculous, as that Asse in the Apologue, that grew very gravely proud, and took state when the people fell prostrate before him, adoring not him but the Idol he carryed.