Adorn’d with Emblems Hieroglyphicall.
At first; The glorious Sun in lustre shine:
Next unto it, A young and tender Vine
Surround a stately Elm, whose tops were crown’d
With wreaths of Bay-tree reaching to the ground:
And, to be short, methinks I did espy
A pleasant, harmless, joyful Comedy.
But now (sad change, I’m sure,) they all are clad
In deepest Sable, and their Faces sad.
The Sun’s o’erclouded and the Vine’s away,