Cuncta complecti velle, stultum
The little boyes, that strive with all theire mighte,
To catche the belles, or bubbles, as they fall:
In vaine they seeke, for why, they vanishe righte,
Yet still they strive, and are deluded all:
So, they that like all artes, that can bee thoughte,
Doe comprehende not anie, as they oughte.