Why mortals then ſeek bliſs without,
The which within they need not doubt,
Is for that Errour them does drownd,
And Ignorance does them confound.
The center of true bliſs I'le ſhow.
Doſt thou to any thing more ow
Then to thy ſelf? why, no : then why
Enjoy'ſt thou not thy ſelf wholy?
In doing ſo thou ſhalt enjoy
What Fortune's ſelf can't take away.
And that theſe caſual things do ow
No Bleſſedneſs, thou thus may'ſt know.
If Bleſſedneſs be the chief Good
By Humane Reaſon under ſtood,
And that the chiefeſt Good is not
Which does depend upon a lot ;
For that that ſame excell it muſt
Which Chance nor Power out can thruſt :
'Tis manifeſt that Bliſs is higher
Then Fortune's fopp'ries can aſpire.
This more; Who Happineſs does row,
Or knows ſhe'l change, or does not know.
If he don't know, what bleſſedneſs
Can be in ignorant blindneſs?
And if he know, his fears are ſtill
He ſhall her loſe, ſince goe ſhe will.
So being in fear continually,
'Tis ſure he happy cannot be.
And if her loſs he can neglect,
So that no way it him deject,
'Tis a poor Bliſs that will not croſs
Him that enjoys it, in the loſs.