. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . rth a warning grief, till Time shall strike a death. THE LIFE OF MAX. 419 Hgw soon Our new-born light Attains to full-agM noon ! And this, how soon to gray-haird night! We spring, we bud, we blossom, and we blast, Ere we can count our days, our days they flee so fast. They end When scarce begun ; And ere we apprehend That we begin to live, our life is done : Man, count thy days ; and, if they flv too fast For thy dull thoughts to count, count every day the last. Our infancy is consumed In eating and s
. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . rth a warning grief, till Time shall strike a death. THE LIFE OF MAX. 419 Hgw soon Our new-born light Attains to full-agM noon ! And this, how soon to gray-haird night! We spring, we bud, we blossom, and we blast, Ere we can count our days, our days they flee so fast. They end When scarce begun ; And ere we apprehend That we begin to live, our life is done : Man, count thy days ; and, if they flv too fast For thy dull thoughts to count, count every day the last. Our infancy is consumed In eating and sleeping ; in allwhich time, what differ we from beasts, but by a possi-bility of reason, and a necessity of sin ! O misery of mankind, in whom no sooner the image ofGod appeareth in the act of his reason, but the devilblurs it in the corruption of his will! Epig. 9. TO THE DECREPID MAN. Thus was the first seventh part of thy few daysConsumed in sleep, in food, in toyish plays :Knowst thou what tears thine eyes imparted then ?Review thy loss, and weep them oer again. lIIElLOGLYrHICS OF Proles tua, Mala, Jwventus. Now active, heedless, volatile, and gay, Are youth ; the offspring of the laughing May. JOB XX. II. HU hones are full of the sin of his youth. npHE swift-wingd post of Time hath now begun^ His second stage ; The dawning of our ageIs lost and spent without a sun ;The light of reason did not yet appearWithin the horizon of this hemisphere. THE LIFE OF MAX. 421 The infant will had yet no other guideBut twilight sense ;And what is gaind from thence,But doubtful steps that tread aside !Reason now draws her curtains ; her closM eyesBegin to open, and she calls to rise. Youths now disclosing buds peep out, and showHer April head ;And from her grass-green bed,Her virgin primrose early blows ;Whilst waking Philomel prepares to singHer warbling sonnets to the wanton spring. His stage is pleasant, and the way seems strewd with flowers ;The days appear but hours,Bein
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