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<HEAD>The Age &amp; Life of MAN.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Here you may &s;ee the frailty that's in Men, Till they have run the years three&s;core and ten.</HEAD>
<OPENER>Tune of Jane &s;hore</OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
<LG>
<L>1. When man is born he in a Cradle hides</L>
<L>7. At one time &s;even a Hoby hor&s;e be&s;trides;</L>
<L>14. At two times &s;even a book to read withal;</L>
<L>21. At three times &s;even a Bandy and a Ball;</L>
<L>28. At four times &s;even a wife he &s;eeks and finds</L>
<L>35. At five times 7 the Horn of &s;trength he winds:</L>
<L>42. At &s;ix times &s;even, Time &s;tandeth by him &s;till,</L>
<L>49. At &s;even times &s;even, his Bag begins to fill:</L>
<L>56. At eight times &s;even his hou&s;e with riches &s;hines,</L>
<L>63. At nine times &s;even, he to the Earth inclines:</L>
<L>70. At ten times &s;even his Gla&s;s &amp; time is run,</L>
<L>Into the earth man falls, his &s;tory's done.</L>
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<LG>
<L>AS I was wandring all alone</L>
<L>A project then I thought upon:</L>
<L>The which in my &s;en&s;es ran,</L>
<L>that I &s;hould right the Age of man:</L>
<L>Man he is Clay, and came from Earth</L>
<L>and &s;inners live till day of death</L>
<L>From one &s;in to another run,</L>
<L>and never leaves till he's undone.</L>
<L><HI>Then fear your God make no delay</HI></L>
<L><HI>For Time and Tide for none will &s;tay.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<L>The fir&s;t of &s;even years in a Cradle,</L>
<L>to &s;tand or go he is not able,</L>
<L>Whiles other creatures making &s;corn</L>
<L>tramples him down when he is born:</L>
<L>So weak he is he cannot go</L>
<L>and poor is born we all do know.</L>
<L>Into this world &s;tark naked he came,</L>
<L>and &s;o &s;hall go out of the &s;ame.</L>
<L><HI>Then fear your <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At two times &s;even his friends to rule</L>
<L>provide for k&eacute;eping him at School:</L>
<L>That what to him in youth is told</L>
<L>may do him good when he is old:</L>
<L>But he &s;o given is to play</L>
<L>he truants mo&s;t his time a way:</L>
<L>When Age comes on, he'l then repent,</L>
<L>that he his time had &s;o mi&s;pent.</L>
<L>At thr&eacute;e times &s;even he is very idle</L>
<L>that all his friends cannot him bridle.</L>
<L><HI>Then fear your God, make no delay,</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His thoughts run wandring too &amp; fro,</L>
<L>per&s;wade him well, you are his foe:</L>
<L>In other Countreys he will rome</L>
<L>and have no mind to &s;tay at home:</L>
<L>That all his friends are grieved &s;till</L>
<L>while he per&s;ues his head&s;trong will.</L>
<L><HI>Then, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>The Second Part To the &s;ame Tune.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>At four times &s;even a wife he gets,</L>
<L>u&s;ing &amp; mu&s;tring up his wits</L>
<L>How he &s;hould thrive he takes great pains,</L>
<L>ala&s;s for little or no gains.</L>
<L>He then to bend his &s;en&s;es, row&s;e</L>
<L>things mo&s;t convenient for his hou&s;e:</L>
<L>Which in time wa&s;ts &amp; fades away,</L>
<L>even &s;o mu&s;t man that is but Clay.</L>
<L><HI>Then fear, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At five times &s;even a charge comes on,</L>
<L>Which in the world few think upon:</L>
<L>He labours hard with right good will,</L>
<L>&s;triving like &s;tones again&s;t a hill:</L>
<L>Or like a fload that &s;wiftly goes</L>
<L>At one time ebbs, another flows:</L>
<L>Even &s;o is man that's rich to day</L>
<L>to morrow God takes all away.</L>
<L><HI>Then fear, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At &s;ix times &s;even then he &s;hould leave</L>
<L>and for his former folly grieve:</L>
<L>His heart is vert with &s;obs &amp; &s;ighs</L>
<L>for all his former vain delights</L>
<L>Good Hu&s;bandry he then home takes</L>
<L>bad hu&s;bandry he then for&s;akes:</L>
<L>And &s;ober lives, and tho&s;e defie</L>
<L>&s;uch as do <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="2 letters">te good hu&s;bandry</L>
<L><HI>Then fear, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>At &s;even times &s;even a covetous mind</L>
<L>is all to which he is inclind</L>
<L>Covetous he is in him&s;elf</L>
<L>to purcha&s;e up all worldly wealth.</L>
<L>Gathering up that which is but dro&s;s</L>
<L>which may prove once to be a cro&s;s.</L>
<L>Except his talent he improve</L>
<L>towards the poor by acts of love.</L>
<L><HI>Then fear your God, make no delay,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For time and tide for none will &s;tay.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At eight times &s;even his cunning skill</L>
<L>&s;triving with all his worldly will:</L>
<L>In barganing &amp; &s;elling then</L>
<L>making his Children mighty men.</L>
<L>Leaving behind him that which he</L>
<L>for it &s;hall never thanked be</L>
<L>As he did gather and lay it by,</L>
<L>the Prodigal doth make it fly.</L>
<L><HI>Then fear, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At nine times &s;even he waxes old,</L>
<L>his limbs benum'd, &amp; veins are cold:</L>
<L>His children glad with much content,</L>
<L>their father have &s;o good judgment:</L>
<L>So knowing is in every cau&s;e</L>
<L>his wit doth make young men to pau&s;e:</L>
<L>Yet all this world he now mu&s;t leave</L>
<L>and now prepare him&s;elf for grave.</L>
<L><HI>Then fear, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
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<L>At ten times &s;even his Gla&s;s is run,</L>
<L>and he poor &s;oul can no way &s;hun:</L>
<L>No, he mu&s;t leave children &amp; wife,</L>
<L>to give the world can't &s;ave his life.</L>
<L>Happy is he that liveth here,</L>
<L>and k&eacute;eps his Con&s;cience pure &amp; cl&eacute;er,</L>
<L>Although in du&s;t his body lye</L>
<L>his &s;oul &s;hall mount up to the Sky.</L>
<L><HI>Then fear, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus have I &s;hown from Stage to Stage,</L>
<L>the frail condition of mans age,</L>
<L>From &s;even to &s;even we pa&s;s, till when</L>
<L>we reach the years three&s;core &amp; ten:</L>
<L>Let us all joyn with one accord,</L>
<L>and with due reverence fear the Lord.</L>
<L><HI>Then may we all rejoyce and &s;ing</HI></L>
<L><HI>Hallelujah to our heavenly King.</HI></L>
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<BYLINE>By P. Fancy.</BYLINE>
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