Epigram XXXIX. Upon Democritus and Heraclitus

Weep Heraclitus; it fits the age where in
Nothing but filth, nothing but sorrow's seen:
And laugh Democritus, laugh while thou list,
Nothing but folly, nought but vain thou seest.
This alwaies weeps, that still remains in gladness;
Yet both endure one labour, both on sadness.
Now need requires (since all the World is mad).)
A thousand laughing, and a thousand sad:
'Tis time the World turn'd (madness is so sore)
T' Anticera, the grass to Hellebore.