. Emblems, divine and moral, together with hieroglyphicks of the life of man . time ihall ftrike a (death. 1 Hoiefcon Our new-w)rn light Attains to full-agd noon ! And this, how foon to grey-haird night! We fpring, we bud, we bloflom, and we blaft JE*er we can count our days, our days they flee fo fkft. 8 ^hey end When fcarce begun 5 And eVr we apprehend That wc begin to live, o>ir life is done : Man, count thy day?, and if ihey fly too faft JFor thy dull thoufil .ts to couni, count evry the laft* •^ ^ Our Hieroglyph, IX. 351 Our i7zfa?2cy is co?2fm/?ed rn eativg and fleeping., inall w
. Emblems, divine and moral, together with hieroglyphicks of the life of man . time ihall ftrike a (death. 1 Hoiefcon Our new-w)rn light Attains to full-agd noon ! And this, how foon to grey-haird night! We fpring, we bud, we bloflom, and we blaft JE*er we can count our days, our days they flee fo fkft. 8 ^hey end When fcarce begun 5 And eVr we apprehend That wc begin to live, o>ir life is done : Man, count thy day?, and if ihey fly too faft JFor thy dull thoufil .ts to couni, count evry the laft* •^ ^ Our Hieroglyph, IX. 351 Our i7zfa?2cy is co?2fm/?ed rn eativg and fleeping., inall which time^ tvhat differ ive from teafiSy but by apojjibility of reafoji^ and a necefjity of fin ? O mifery of mankind^ i7i ijchom no fooner the imageof God appeareth in the a6l of his reafon^ but thedevil thin it in the corruptio7i of his iinll i E PI G. 9. To the decrepit man. Thus was the firft feventh part of thy few daysponfumM in fleep, in fooc^, in toyifh plays:Knowft thou what tears thine eyes imparted thepReview thy lofs, and weep them oer a^en. 352 Hieroglyph. ^rol^j hialUaiaJuvcmtits^^ Hieroglyph. X. 353 JOB 20. bones are full :f the fim of his youth, I THE fwift-foot poft of time hatb now beguRHis fecond flage ^The dawning of our ageIs loft and fpent without a fun:The light of reaibn diu not yet appearWithin th horizon of this hemifphere. 2 The infant will had yet no other guideBut twilight fenfe 5And what is gaind from thence,But doubtful fteps that tread afide ?Reafon now draws her curtains ^ her closed eyesBegin to open, and flie calls to rife, 3Youths now diiclofing buds peep out, and fhewHer April head;And, from hergrafs green bed,Her virgin primrofe ea:*ly blows 5Whilft waking Tbilomel [rc^dn^^s to iingHer warbling fonnets to the wanton fpring. 4His ftage is nleafant, and the way feems fhort,All fh-ewd with flow*rs ^ _The days appear but hoursBeing fpent in time-beguiling griefs do neither prefs, nor doubts perplex 5Heres neither fear to
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