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A10263
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Hieroglyphikes of the life of man. Fra: Quarles
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Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
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Creator by Thy flame is not thy owne It is a Det Thou ow'st thy Maker And wilt thou deny To pay the Int'rest of thy Light And skulk in Corners and play least in sight 6. Art thou affraid to trust thy easie flame To the injurious wast of Fortunes puffe Ah Coward rouze and quit thy selfe for shame Who dies in service hath liv'd long enough Who shines and makes no eye partaker Vsurps himselfe and closely robbs his Maker 7. Take not thy selfe a Pris'ner that art free Why dost thou turne thy Palace to a Iaile Thou art an Eagle And befits it thee To live immured like a cloysterd Snaile Let Toies seeke Corners Things of cost Gaine worth by view Hid Iewels are but lost 8. My God my light is dark enough at lightest Encrease her flame and give her strength to shine T is fraile at best T is dimme enough at brightest But 't is her glory to be foyld by Thine Let others lurke My light shall be Propos'd to all men and by them to Thee St. BERN. If thou be one of the foolish Virgins the Congregation is necessary for thee If thou be one of the wise Virgins thou art necessary for the Congregation HUGO Monasticks make cloysters to inclose the outward man O would to God they would doe the like to restraine the inward Man EPIG 8. Affraid of eyes What still play least in sight T is much to be presum'd all is not right Too close endeavours bring forth dark events Come forth Monastick Here 's no Parliaments Vt Luna Infantia torpet Will Marshall sculpsit He cometh forth like a Flower and is cut downe IOB 14. 2. 1. Behold How short a span Was long enough of old To measure out the life of Man In those wel temper'd days his time was then Survey'd cast up and found but threescore years and ten 2. Alas And what is that They come slide and pass Before my Pen can tell thee what The Posts of Time are swift which having run Their sev'n short stages 'ore their short liv'd task is don 3. Our daies Begun wee lend To sleepe to antick plaies And Toyes untill the first stage end 12. waining Moons twise 5. times told we give To unrecover'd loss Wee rather breathe then live 4. Wee spend A ten years breath Before wee apprehend What is to live or feare a death Our childish dreams are fil'd with painted joys W ch please our sense a while waking prove but Toies 5. How vaine How wretched is Poore man that doth remain A slave to such a State as this His daies are short at longest few at most They are but bad at best yet lavisht out or lost 6. They bee The secret Springs That make our minits flee On wheels more swift theÌ„ Eagles wings Our life 's a Clocke and ev'ry gaspe of breath Breathes forth a warning grief til Time shal strike a death 7. How soone Our new-born Light Attaines to full-ag'd noone And this how soon to gray-hayr'd night Wee spring we bud we blossome and we blast E're we can count our daies Our daies they flee so fast 8. They end When scarce begun And ere wee apprehend That we begin to live our life is don Man Count thy daies And if they flee too fast For thy dull thoughts to count count ev'rie day thy last Our Infancy is consumtd in eating and sleeping in all which time what differ we from beasts but by a possibility of reason and a necessity of sinne O misery of mankind in whom no sooner the Image of God appeares in the act of his Reason but the Devill blurres it in the corruption of his will EPIG 9. To the decrepit Man Thus was the first seav'nth part of thy few daies Consum'd in sleep in food in Toyish plaies Knowst thou what teares thine eies imparted then Review thy losse and weep them o're agen Proles tua Maia Iuventus Will Marshall sculpsit His bones are full of the sinnes of his youth IOB 20. 11. 1. THe swift-foot Post of Time hath now begun His second Stage The dawning of our Age Is lost and spent without a Sun The light of Reason did not yet appeare Within th' Horizon of this Hemispheare 2. The infant Will had yet none other guide But twilight Sense And what is gayn'd from thence But doubtfull Steps that tread aside Reason now draws her Curtains Her clos'd eyes Begin to open and she calls to rise 3. Youths now disclosing Bud peeps out and showes Her Aprill head And from her grass greene bed Her virgin Primerose early blowes Whil'st waking Philomel prepares to sing Her warbling Sonets to the wanton Spring 4. His Stage is pleasant and the way seemes short All strow'd with flowers The daies appeare but howers Being spent in time-beguiling sport Here griefes do neither press nor doubts perplex Here 's neither feare to curb nor care to vex His downie Cheek growes proud and now disdaines The Tutors hand He glories to command The proud neckt Steed with prouder Reynes The strong breath'd Horne must now salute his eare With the glad downefall of the falling Deare 6. His quicknos'd Armie with their deepmouth'd sounds Must now prepare To chase the tim'rous Hare About his yet unmorgag'd Grounds The ev'll he hates is Counsell and delay And feares no mischief but a rainie day 7. The thought he takes is how to take no thought For bale nor blisse And late Repentance is The last deare Pen ' worth that he bought He is a daintie Morning and he may If lust ' orecast him not b' as faire a Day 8. Proud Blossom use thy Time Times headstrong Horse Will post away Trust not the foll'wing day For ev'râ—e day brings forth a worse Take Time at best Beleeve 't thy daies will fall From good to bad From bad to worst of all St. AMB. Humility is a rore thing in a young man therefore to be admired When youth is vigorous when strength is firme when blood is hot when Cares are strangers when mirth is free then Pride swells and humility is dispised EPIG 10. To the old Man Thy yeares are newly gray His newly Greene His youth may live to see what thine hath seene Hee is thy Parallel His present Stage And thine are the two Tropicks of Mans Age. Iam ruit in Venerem Will Marshall sculpsit Rejoyce O young man and let thy heart cheare thee but know c. ECCLES 11. 9. HOw flux how alterable is the date Of transitory things How hurry'd on the clipping wings Of Time and driv'n upon the wheeles of Fate How one Condition brings The leading Prologue to an other State No transitory thing can last Change waits on Time and Time is wing'd with hast Time present's but the Ruins of Time past 2. Behold how Change hath incht away thy Span And how thy light does burne Nearer and nearer to thy Vrne For this deare wast what satisfaction can Injurious time returne Thy shortned daies but this the Stile of Man And