Uncertain, fickle, and ensnaring things;
They draw men's Souls into Perditi-on,
And when most needed take them to their wings.
Ah! foolish man! that sets his heart upon
Such empty shadows, such wild Fowl as these,
That being gotten will be quickly gone,
And whilst they stay increase but his disease.
As in a Dropsy, drinking drought begets,
The more he drinks the more he still requires,
So on this World whoso affection sets,