Eugenia's tears for Great Britons distractions, or, Some slender observations reflecting on those sad…Evgenia's teares for Great Brittaynes distractions, or, Some slender observations reflecting on those sad…

yea the very soul in her passions will rather frame a fantastical subject, then work upon nothing▪ So that with the eyes of contempt we should look on all sublunary distractions, and never ascribe happiness ⟨p. 4⟩to that state which dependeth on the tranquillity and contentment of a well born mind, and the resolution and assurance of a well ordered soul, until it have acted the last, and (without doubt) the hardest part of its Tragedy: be no longer then beguiled with the vain semblance of the world, since the bubbling breath of man (whose life hangs on his nostrils) is but like the dew fallen from some humid cloud and can no way secure it self from Titans scorching view, but (having past its Meridian and afternoon of age) is still hastened to the night of nature, thus the more we retire into our selves from all carnal respects the nearer we soar to a divine nature: let not then thy unlimited appetite so much covet as con•emne the world (^* Contemn•re enim omnia aliquis potest) since all our friends, honours, and pleasures like Physicians leave us when we lye a dying, or like wandering Empirics beguile their credulous patients with great ostentation of counterfeit cures, and like shadows set with the Sun: and how weak alas are the worlds wonders, when fore-topped time with her wafting wings after so many Myriads of years still, still involves into its accustomed Circle neither will I instance how those glorious Monarchies and stately Palaces (sometimes the seate• and content of Princes) have become the rejected Ruin of unrepairednesse, since these present times afford so large & unhappy an experience: at which age of tears Democritus may laugh, Timon express his hatred, but Heraclitus cannot choose but dissolve, since the black Mantelled night makes every thing to be silent, and the glittering Starr• (affronting the silver Moon) deny their ⟨p. 5⟩wonted light to restless wanderers; and O thou fairest of Kingdoms and favourite of Neptune, who art as it were departed from the roundness of the world (as if forbidden to partake not only of the superstitions but unhappiness of other Nations) what's now become of thy former glory: what Seas of unequal passions now encompass thee? Where are thy lowring hill tops, thy sweet smiling spring-tides, and those Golden times when every brook and bush abounded with Milk and Honey?