. A collection of emblemes, ancient and moderne : quickened vvith metricall illustrations, both morall and divine : and disposed into lotteries ... . here Death lets in, as it is any whither : No not by halfc fo farre, as to your bed; Or, to that place, where you fhould reft your head, If on the ground you layd your felfe(evn there) Where at this moment you abiding are. This Emblem ftiewes (if well you lookc thereon) That, from your Glajje tf life, which is to run, Theres but one ftep to Death • and, that you tread At once, among the Living,and, the whatfoever Land, we live ox die, Ged
. A collection of emblemes, ancient and moderne : quickened vvith metricall illustrations, both morall and divine : and disposed into lotteries ... . here Death lets in, as it is any whither : No not by halfc fo farre, as to your bed; Or, to that place, where you fhould reft your head, If on the ground you layd your felfe(evn there) Where at this moment you abiding are. This Emblem ftiewes (if well you lookc thereon) That, from your Glajje tf life, which is to run, Theres but one ftep to Death • and, that you tread At once, among the Living,and, the whatfoever Land, we live ox die, Ged is the fame ■ hnd,Heavnis, there, as nigh As in that place, wherein, we moft defirc Our Settles, with our laft breathing, to expire. Which things, well heeding; let us not delay i Our Ioutney, when we fummond areaway, (As thole inforced Pilgrims ufe to doc, That know not whither, nor, how farre they goe) Nor let us dreame that we in Time, or Place, Are farre from ending qur uncerraine ler U f7x-on Heavn,a fairhfull eye,And, ftill, be flying thither, till wee die. Hit His Pace, muft wary be#nd flow,That hath a Slippery-way to VI ILLVSTR. XIX. >Travailer, when he muft undertakeB To feek his paffage, ore fome Frozen Lakt,With leisure, and with care, he will aflayThe glalTy fmoothndTe of that Hit-way,Left he may ftp, by walking over-faft •Or, breake the crackling Pavement, by his haft ;And, fo (for want of better taking heed)Incurrc the milchiefes of Wt arc all Travellers; and, all of usHave many pafTages, as dangerous,As ; and, Slippery wayes, we tread,In which our Lives may loone be forfeited,(With all our hopes of Life- eternal, too)UnlefTe, we well confider what we is no private Way, or publicke Path,But rubs, or holes, or flipprineiTe it hath,Whereby, wee fhall with Mifchiefes meet; unleffe,Wee walkc if, with a fledfafl-nartnejje. The fteps to Honour, are on PinoclesComposdof melting Snow, and IficlesjAnd, th
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