The world's a bubble, and the life of man Lesse then a span; In his conception wretched, from the wombe So to the tombe; Curst from his cradle, and brought up to yeares With cares and feares. Who then to fraile mortality shall trust But limmes in water or but writes in dust.
Yet since with sorrow here we live opprest, What life is best? Courts are but onely superficiall scholes To dandle fooles; The rurall parts are turn'd into a den Of savage men; And wher's a city from all vice so free, But may be term'd the worst of all the three?
Domestick cares afflict the husband's bed Or paines his hed; Those that live single take it for a curse, Or doe things[294] worse; Some would have children; those that have them mone, Or wish them gone. What is it then to have, or have no wife, But single thraldome or a double strife?
Our owne affections still at home to please Is a disease; To crosse the sea to any foreine soyle, Perills and toyle; Warres with their noise affright us; when they cease W'are worse in peace. What then remaines? but that we still should cry Not to be borne, or, being borne, to dye.
Cogitata et Visa: printed in Holland by Sir William Boswell, Resident there: who also there printed Dr. Gilbert's Magnetique Philosophie.
Speech in Parliament of naturalization of the Scottish nation: printed 1641.
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Novum Organon.--At the end of his _Novum Organon_ Hugh Holland wrote these verses:--
Hic liber est qualis potuit non scribere Stultus, Nec voluit Sapiens: sic _cogitavit_ Hugo.
Of ambassadors: published by Francis Thynne out of Sir Robert Cotton's library, 1650.
Speech touching duells, in the Starre-chamber: in the Bodleian library at Oxford. Reprint it.
All the rest of his lordship's workes you will find in Dr. William Rawley's _Resuscitatio_.
A piece of philosophy halfe as thick as the grammar set forth by Dr. Rawley, 1660.
His lordship being in Yorke-house garden lookeing on fishers as they were throwing their nett, asked them what they would take for their draught; they answered _so much_: his lordship would offer them no more but _so much_. They drew-up their nett, and <in> it were only 2 or 3 little fishes: his lordship then told them it had been better for them to have taken his offer. They replied, they hoped to have had a better draught; '_but_,' sayd his lordship, '_Hope is a good breakfast, but an ill supper_.'