. Emblems and hieroglyphics on a great variety of subjects, moral and Emblished with near an hundred emblematical cuts from Quarles Emblems . n ;I travel down in Hafie. I feel my Vigour in Decay ; My Itrong-wrought Nerves unbrace ;My Limbs will not my Will obey ; I muft give oer the Chace. To Youth and Manhood both adieu j Me long you have employd ;Your choiceft Pleafures I review, No more to be enjoyd. Reflexion. To Fifty Man with much ado is come;Above hes travelld to his Road is down-hill now, heil walk a-pace;Soon hell have run his long and labourd Race;His waf
. Emblems and hieroglyphics on a great variety of subjects, moral and Emblished with near an hundred emblematical cuts from Quarles Emblems . n ;I travel down in Hafie. I feel my Vigour in Decay ; My Itrong-wrought Nerves unbrace ;My Limbs will not my Will obey ; I muft give oer the Chace. To Youth and Manhood both adieu j Me long you have employd ;Your choiceft Pleafures I review, No more to be enjoyd. Reflexion. To Fifty Man with much ado is come;Above hes travelld to his Road is down-hill now, heil walk a-pace;Soon hell have run his long and labourd Race;His wafting Candle more than half is gone ;His fprightly Mornings fpent; tis Fruits when ripend on their Mother-Tree,In Autumn falling to the Ground we Man, fo far advancd, will furely feelHis ftiffning Joints reluctant to his wafted Juices will no more affordThofe ftrengthning Succours which to Life Time it is Accounts he mould adjuftBetwixt his Soul and God, and fee his TruftBe well difchargd, and what are his Arrears,That Death may not arreft him in his Fears. x88 Hieroglyph! ck s, Book Sixty is come, with Silver Locks,Death at his Door gives warning Knocks j,Nature and Strength are both decayd jHis Death-bed too is ready made. Book VI. M o R a L and D t v i n e. 189 HIEROGLYPHICK XIV. Old Age. LO W is the wafted Taper grown,Which late fo vigoroufly fhone;ri he lengthend SnufFdces dimly burn,And foon will fink into its Urn. Death (hakes the Tree with clafping Arms,The Fruit and Leaves fall off in Swarms;Naked are left the Trunk and Boughs,Exposd to evry Wind that blows. So Man at Sixty when arrivd, Of all his Glory is deprivd ; For then his Strength and Beautys gone. And nothings left but Skin and Bone. Reflexion. Sixty is come, with all its Frailties too, A bending Body, and a furrowd Brow. The Tree now quivers with a Zephyrs Breath ; The Fruit and Leaves fall off—tis fhook by Death. Forward he looks, and there th
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