. Emblems . the falling hair:Sufpicious envy mixt with jealous fpight Diflurb*s his weary night:He threatens youth with age ; and now alas,He owns not what he is, but vaunts the man he was, Gray hairs, pur(uc thy days, and let thy paft Read Lectures to thy laft:Thofehafty wings t hat hurrid them away Will give thefe days no day :The conftant wheels of Nature fcorn to tire \ Until her works expire :That blaft that nipt thy youth, will ruin thee ;< hand that (hook the branch win quickly ftrike the S. CHRYS Hieroglyfh,ySV. 377 S. C H R Y S. Gny biirs are honounble, rohsn the Behavhur
. Emblems . the falling hair:Sufpicious envy mixt with jealous fpight Diflurb*s his weary night:He threatens youth with age ; and now alas,He owns not what he is, but vaunts the man he was, Gray hairs, pur(uc thy days, and let thy paft Read Lectures to thy laft:Thofehafty wings t hat hurrid them away Will give thefe days no day :The conftant wheels of Nature fcorn to tire \ Until her works expire :That blaft that nipt thy youth, will ruin thee ;< hand that (hook the branch win quickly ftrike the S. CHRYS Hieroglyfh,ySV. 377 S. C H R Y S. Gny biirs are honounble, rohsn the Behavhur fuhs with^riy hairs: But when an antient man hath ckildijk manners,be becometb more ridiculous than a child, SEN. Thou art in vain attained to old years, that refeitefi thyjouthfuhefs. EPIG. the Touth. Sceft thou this good old man ? he reprefcnts Thy Future, thou, his Preterperfe^ tenfc: Thoa goeft to labour, he prepares to reft r Thou brcakTc thy fafc, he fupps; now which Isbcft? 378 Hieroglyph* XV,. Hkroglypk XV. 37^ PSALM 90. 10. TJje days of our years are three/core yearsand ten. SO have I feen fh* iUuftrlous Trinee of LtghtRifing in glory from his Crocem bed,And trampling down the horrid (hades of more and more his cocquring head,Paufcfirft, decline, at length begin to ihroudHis fainting brows within a cole-black cloud. So have I feen a wen-built Ci^fcfhnd Upon the tip-toes of a lofty hill, Whofc aftive powV commands both fea and land. And curbs the pi ide of the beleagrers will: At length her agd foundation fails her truft. And lays her tottring ruins in the duft. 3 So have I feen the blazing Tspour (hootHer golden head into the fee We air,Whofe fhadow-gilding ray fpread round the foul face of black-browd darknefs fair jTill at the length her wafting glory leaves the night to her iavetrace fludsf. 4Ev*n fo this little world cf living C/^;,The pride of Nature, glorified by Art,Whom Earth adores, and all her Hofts obey,AUyd to He
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