With such quick change could tear-bedew'd Dismay
Give birthday smiles, and walk in white array?
Heard I bereavèd mother's wailings wild?
No; the blest cries of one who bears a child! R. Wi.
LXXVIII.
In seculi sapientes. Matt. xi. 25.
Ergone delicias facit, et sibi plaudit ab alto
Stultitia, ut velit hac ambitione peti?
Difficilisne adeo facta est, et seria tandem?
Ergo et in hanc etiam quis sapuisse potest?
Tantum erat, ut possit tibi doctior esse ruina?
Tanti igitur cerebri res, periisse, fuit?
Nil opus ingenio; nihil hac opus arte furoris:
Simplicius poteris scilicet esse miser.
On the wise of this world.
With such complacent joys is Folly fraught,
That with this trouble she must needs be sought?
So difficult and grave is she turn'd now,
Can any one for her be wise enow?
Must Ruin to be deeper taught aspire?
To perish, does it so much brain require?
Genius and skill in madness who would see?
Forsooth, more simply you may wretched be! R. Wi.
LXXIX.
In Judaeos Christum praecipitare conantes. Luc. iv. 29.
Dicite, quae tanta est sceleris fiducia vestri,
Quod nequiit daemon, id voluisse scelus?
Quod nequiit daemon scelus, id voluisse patrare:
Hoc tentare ipsum daemona, credo, fuit.
The Jews seeking to cast Christ headlong from a precipice.