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A62660 Times precious jewel, or, A dialogue between a young-man and death being a seasonable warning for youth to forsake their sins and to lead a religious life, lest death surprize them and repentance comes too late. 1688 (1688) Wing T1289B; ESTC R26317 1,857 1

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TIMES PRECIOUS JEWEL OR A DIALOGUE between a YOUNG-MAN and DEATH BEING A Seasonable Warning for Youth to Forsake their Sins and to lead a Religious Life Left Death Surprize them and Repentance comes too late This may be Printed R. M. ALL FLECH MVST DY Youth WHile Youthful Blood is flowing in my Veins And Providence Prosperity ordains The Glory of this World I here will view And her sweet Baits will eagerly pursue I'II search Earths Bowels cross the roaring Seas I 'll break may rest nay forfeit all my ease So I may but arrive to that degree As to inrich my whole Posterity Death Forbear fond Youth and be not so profuse For I am come to bring unwelcome News Thy tender Thread of Life is at an end Into Eternity thy Soul I 'll send Youth What sudden Tydings soundeth in mine Ear Pray wherefore do you now seem so severe Forbear a while your Fury fierce and hot I solemnly protest I know you not Nor did I ever see your Face before Depart I say come not a near me more Death I am the Great Ambassador call'd Death Who does deprive all Mortals of their Breath Where e're I come there 's none dare say me No And you shall feel my power e're I go Here in my Hand behold my Fatal Dart Which suddenly shall penetrate thy heart Youth Stand back pale Death do not approach so near My Person now for why the Case is clear That you so soon was never sent to me Behold I 'm Youthful Strong and Stout you see Extend thy spight to those that lies in Tears For I am Youthful and of tender Years Death Tho' you are in the Glory of your prime Yet you must hence 't is your appointed time Where is the brave Victorious Alexander Who in his days was the whole worlds Commander Where are those Hero's Fam'd in high Renown Whose Noble Actions merited a Crown Youth Beauty Strength and Wealth cannot obtain No Favour from me nor one Minute gain For my Imperial power is from on High God has decreed that thou this day shalt Dye Therefore poor Mortal do not think to save Thy self by fair Excuses from a Grave Youth O tell me not that I this World shall leave So soon for why it makes my Soul to grieve Fain would I live to soar on Wings of Fame To purchase here a long and lasting Name With Honour here I fain would be possest Be kind pale Death and grant me my Request Death Wert thou Adorned with a Royal Robe And was Supream of all the Earthly Globe And many thousand Knees before you bow Yet I one Minutes time cannot allow Craesus whose Gold surpass'd the Indian Wealth Could not one Minute add unto his Health This failing shews all things are Transitory Both the Worlds Riches and its fading Glory Therefore depend not here on things below But place thy thoughts whereas true Riches flow Lay hold on Faith Repent thy Sins for why Thy Glass is run and thou this day must Dye Youth Whose Sorrow in the world is like to mine O ' let me Live my Actions to refine Here with thy Dart pray do not me affail For longer Life let Youthfulness prevail Death I never granted Favour on these terms Thy Youthful Flem shall make a Feast for Worms Thy dear-bought Soul shall take its flight also To perfect Bliss or Everlasting Woe Youth That Word of woe strikes Terror to my Soul A'as my Sins are many gross and soul O grant me but a Season to Repent For fear I am to Endless sorrow sent I never thought of this my Dying day But spent in Sin my precious time away My former Sins come fresh into my mind O that I might of thee this favour find To fit my self for thee before I go Pitty those Tears that from mine eyes do flow Death My Name is 〈…〉 You must with me and this vain World forsake Pray was not you endu'd with time and space Then wherefore did you slight the means of Grace You knew full well this time would come at last When as your fading Pleasures all were past When you were in your full Prosperity You oftentimes beheld Mortality In e'ry Street where you were pleas'd to roam Conveying to their long and lasting home Methinks the sound of e'ry Passing Bell Might have learn'd you the way of living well But now it is too late and therefore you Must hence with me and bid the world adieu Youth My Dying Minute's come and I must be Launch'd to the Ocean of Eternity But yet alas my Sins does cause much woe O that the Lord in love would Favour show In whom indeed alone I put my trust Thou art both Gracious Merciful and Just O pardon me ev'n for thy Mercies sake And then with Sighs and Tears his heart did break Both Old and Young that hear these Lines I pray Prepare your selves against your Dying day The Youngest Person here for ought we know May soon be laid down in Grave full ow Our Lives alas are but a blast of breath And there is no Repentance after Death FINIS Printed for R. Kell at the Sign of the Blew Anchor in Pye-Corner near West-Smithfield 1688.