from The Temple (1633), by George Herbert:

¶   Vanitie (II).

POore silly soul, whose hope and head lies low;
Whose flat delights on earth do creep and grow;
To whom the starres shine not so fair, as eyes;
Not solid work, as false embroyderies;
Heark and beware, lest what you now do measure
And write for sweet, prove a most sowre displeasure.

    O heare betimes, lest thy relenting
                          May come too late!
    To purchase heaven for repenting
                          Is no hard rate.
    If souls be made of earthly mold,
                          Let them love gold;
                          If born on high,
    Let them unto their kindred flie:
    For they can never be at rest,
    Till they regain their ancient nest.
Then silly soul take heed; for earthly joy
Is but a bubble, and makes thee a boy.

One professor suggested that this poem could have been a "shaped" poem and printed to look like a hand mirror, the classic symbol of vanity. Below is a possibility: POore silly  soul, whose   hope   and   head lies   low; Whose   flat delights   on earth   do creep   and   grow; To whom   the   starres   shine   not   so   fair, as eyes; Not   solid   work ,   as   false   e m b r o y d e r i e s; Heark   and beware, lest  what  you now do  measure And write for sweet, prove a most sowre displeasure. O heare betimes, lest thy relenting May come too late! To purchase heaven for repenting Is  no hard  rate. If souls be made of earthly mold, Let them love gold; If  born  on  high, Let them unto their kindred flie: For they can never be at rest, Till they regain their ancient nest. Then silly soul take heed; for earthly joy Is but a bubble, and makes thee a boy.