. Hieroglyphikes of the life of man . Ml he hates,is fcaresno mifchief,but a rainie day. 7. The thought he takes, is bow to take no thoughtFor bale, norbliffe;And late Repentance isThe la ft dearc Pen* worth that he bought:He i$ a daintie Morning, and he may,Ifluft orecaft him not, bas faire a Day. Proud bloffom, ufe thy Timcj Times hcadftrongHorfeWill poft away;Truft not the foUwrng day,For cvr e day brings forth a worfc:Take Time at heft: Btleevet, thy dales will fallFrom good^to badj From bad> to worft of all. ^ A M B. HXEROGLIPH. 41 St. A M B. Bttwility U t YTic t
. Hieroglyphikes of the life of man . Ml he hates,is fcaresno mifchief,but a rainie day. 7. The thought he takes, is bow to take no thoughtFor bale, norbliffe;And late Repentance isThe la ft dearc Pen* worth that he bought:He i$ a daintie Morning, and he may,Ifluft orecaft him not, bas faire a Day. Proud bloffom, ufe thy Timcj Times hcadftrongHorfeWill poft away;Truft not the foUwrng day,For cvr e day brings forth a worfc:Take Time at heft: Btleevet, thy dales will fallFrom good^to badj From bad> to worft of all. ^ A M B. HXEROGLIPH. 41 St. A M B. Bttwility U t YTic thing m a yoimg men, they fort id Lc cdrared:tj-J enycu:h fs z7gCiOUi, vr: mjin-figt^ i^frmHj ii>en blood s^ hc^,Tvlcn Cares are jtrangrsy when ^riirth is fee, then Pri^ie fvf ells ^ 0pihumUity is E P I G. 10. TotheoldMan- Thy yeares are newly gray ; His, newly Greene 5His youth may live to fee what thine hath fecnr ;Hee is thy Parallel: His prefv nt StageAnd thine, au-c the two Tropicks of Mans Age. D 4» Hiiibetif H. lam ruit in Vcnercm ■ Witt- ^nt ■ H i i R o G I X P H. Xr. 4} ilejoyce Ojeungman, and let thy he/rt cheanthee^hutkmw^&c. E c c LES. How flux ! how alterable is the dateOf tranfitory things IHow hurry*d on the clipping wingsOf Time, and drivn upon the whecles of Fate . How one Condition bringsThe leading Prologue to an other State ! No tranfitory thing can laft:Change waits on Time; and Time is wingd with hail ^Time preCrnts but tht Ruins of Time paft. ^ 2. Behold how Change hath incht away thy Span,And how thy light does burneNearer and nearer to thy Vrne:tor this deare waft what fatisfadUon can Injurious timereturneThy fhortned daies. but thi5; the Stile of Man ? And whats a Man f A cask of Care,New tunnd,and workings Hees a middle StaireTwixt birth and death j A blaft of fill ag*d Ayre» His breft is Tinder, apt xd entertaine The fparks of Cupids fire,i Whofc new-blowne flames muft now en<julreA wanton luilippeout, which m
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