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Ecclesiastes, otherwise called the Preacher

Containing Salomons Sermons or Commentaries (as it may probably be collected) vpon the 49. Psalme of Dauid his father. Compendiously abridged, and also paraphrastically dilated in English poesie, according to the analogie of Scripture, and consent of the most approued writer thereof. Composed by H. L. Gentleman [i.e. Henry Lok]. Whereunto are annexed sundrie Sonets of Christian Passions heretofore printed, and now corrected and augmented, with other affectionate Sonets of a feeling conscience of the same Authors
  
  

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7. Sure life is sweete; and all desire, long time to see the sunne.
8. Though long life last, yet death maks hast: & times do vainly run.

7.

And since (but whilst thou liu'st) thy goods are thine,

Surely the light is a pleasant thing: and it is a good thing to the eyes to see the sunne.


And what thou freely giu'st deserueth prayse,
Giue while thou mayst, so mayst thou find in fine,
Well sau'd, what well was spent in liuing dayes,
(For godly worke, with God aye present stayes.)
Long mayst thou liue, but must in end decline
To death, the end of euery liuing thing:
To yeeld to death, yet needst thou not repine,
If liuing thou to man, no good canst bring:
And hauing left some good by life to men,
More welcome death may be vnto thee then.

8.

For death thou knowest, vnto life is due,

Though a man liue many yeares, and in them all he reioyce, yet he shal remember the dayes of darknesse, because they are many, all that commeth is vanitie.


And life doth but prepare a man to die,
Liues cares, a daily death in vs renue,
To worke in vs consent to death hereby,
Which else no flesh (with patience) sure would try.
The many dayes or yeares which do insue,
Of wariest gouernment to happiest wight,
Cannot perswade him but that this is true,
That lightsome day will turne to darksome night,
That times most long haue end and what doth vade,
Is little better then a very shade.