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Vpon the certaintie of death and the vncertaintie of the houre.
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Vpon the certaintie of death and the vncertaintie of the houre.
No thing then death more certaine is we see,
Yet nor the houre, incertaine nothing more:
Than if as thou, were eu'rie day to die,
Gouerne thy selfe, and learne to liue therefore,
So shall thou not, neede for to count, nor cair,
Whence death shall come, how when, nor whair.
Yet nor the houre, incertaine nothing more:
Than if as thou, were eu'rie day to die,
Gouerne thy selfe, and learne to liue therefore,
So shall thou not, neede for to count, nor cair,
Whence death shall come, how when, nor whair.
Jt is this life, here well, or lewdly led,
That this first Death, makes dreidfull, now or no,
Jf in misdeeds, thy dayes thou driue, then dred,
And full of dolor is, this Death, and O;
Perplexed so, and so annoy'd that None,
Can weel the passions of the Spreit expone.
That this first Death, makes dreidfull, now or no,
Jf in misdeeds, thy dayes thou driue, then dred,
And full of dolor is, this Death, and O;
Perplexed so, and so annoy'd that None,
Can weel the passions of the Spreit expone.
For all that thou, hes done vnto that day,
Thy secret sinnes, thy seene, and publict shall,
Dismasked all, arryue into array.
T'accuse the in, thy Conscience, and call;
The to account, so spatious and large,
That Liuers lewd, can scarsely scarse discharge.
Thy secret sinnes, thy seene, and publict shall,
Dismasked all, arryue into array.
T'accuse the in, thy Conscience, and call;
The to account, so spatious and large,
That Liuers lewd, can scarsely scarse discharge.
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