Vanitie of Vanities, All is But Vanitie

A mortall Eye can see but mortall Things
and whatsoe'er is mortall , is but vaine
Then all we see is vaine , though Crownes , or Kings
yet Men will lose themselues, the same to gaine .

And yet, they weene, they winne by so great losse ,
├┤ corrupt Iudgement! Men made to be lost:
Who will all Vices (hatcht in Hell) engrosse,
them to retaile, to get but Care , with Cost .

It's said, Light gaine doth make an heauy Purse;
but, this light gaine doth make an heauy Heart :
To gaine all blessings , with Gods heauie Curse ,
is too light gaine for such an heauy Thwart
For, who doth purchase All at such a Price .
Doth buy but extreame Vanitie with Vice .
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