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A72464
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A lokinge glasse for eche estate, wherin to weue the fickle fate
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Johnson, Thomas, d. 1644.
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1595
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STC 14708.3; ESTC S124889
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View this glasse aduisedlye and waygh the same effectuallye A Lokinge glasse for eche estate Wherm to weue the fickle fate As I am so muste thou be Dici beatus ante obituÌ„ nenio Post funera virtus viuit As thou arte so was I Thou wast but dust and therto returne thou muste No Blemish than Vpon thy face But by the same thou maiest disgrace Deathe vnto carelesse youthe YE Carelesse youthes looke well on me for as I am so shal you bee I am the wight at length that musse lay all your honor in the duste I am the wight that must at lengthe confounde both might and manlye strenghe T is I that states of hyghe degree do cause to fali and follow me Yea kinges and Queenes and others more both Lords and Ladyes hye and lowe The prieste the prelate clarke and all of force must yéeld when I do call The youthfull blouds as well as theise must vnto deathe come paye there fees No welth no strengthe no pollecye can make resistance vnto mee Wherefore let this be still your songe Dead shall I be or it be longe But when or howe god he doth knowe where forelets well our time bestowe Deathe to the gallante daintye Dames YOu gallante dames beholde me heere for as I am you mâ—ste appeare Thoughe you be gay you arâ— but duste Though you be lothe yet hence you must Your lookes so coye your fined talke your frisled haire awaye muâ— walke Your bewtye faire must turne to duste and louinge mates where on you truste I care not for your â—okes so hye your daintye mouthes to deathe shall flye Alluringe gestures where with all you manye thowsandes brought to thrall And all thinges els muste you departe when death dothe stinge with cruel darte Your ringes your chaines your riche araye yea life and aâ—l I take awaye Let this therfore be eke your songe Dead shall I be or it be longe But when or howe god he dothe knowe your tyme see then you well bestowe Deathe to Crookedage COme hoarye heares and daunce with me your state in sequence may you see Though long this worlde you haue at will yet deathe at laste will haue his fill For golde and welthe deathe dothe not care old crooked age deathe will not spare When they haue scrachd all that they can needs must they leaue it to an other man No tears nor treatye wealthe nor frende from painfull deathe maye man defende Let this therfore be eke your songe dead shall I be or it bee longe But when or how god he dothe knowe wherfor lets well our time be slowe The Author to the reader LEt euerye man if he be wise respectinge not this worldlye fame With iudgment depe and graue aduice marke well this glasse for in the same A perfecte picture as I weene of mannes fraile nature maye be seene And sithe its sure that all shall dye â—u when or howe god only knowes Chrise happye then is â—e saue I That godlye here his time bestowes But wâ— to him and wo againe whose death dothe turne to endlese paine Repente repente and eke amende what is an ille That withe the shepe our sauiour Christe maye câ—lâ— vs his To raigne withe him in heauens blisse for euer and a daye That god woulde graunte this to vs all let euery Christian praâ—e Amen Tho. Iohnson FINIS Imprinted at london by Abel Ieffs and are to be soulde by William Barley dwelling in gracious strete neare leaden haule 1595.