Lucasta laughing.

HEark how she laughs aloud,
Although the world put on its shrowd;
Wept at by the fantastick Crowd,
Who cry, One drop let fall
From her, might save the Universal Ball.
She laughs again
At our ridic…lous pain;
And at our merry misery
She laughs until she cry;
Sages, forbear
That ill-contrived tear,
Although your fear,
Doth barricadoe Hope from your soft Ear,
That which still makes her mirth to flow,
Is our sinister-handed woe,
Which downwards on its head doth go;
And ere that it is sown, doth grow,
This makes her spleen contract,
And her just pleasure feast;
For the unjustest act
Is still the pleasant'st jest.