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Ecclesiastis Cap. xij. |
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Ecclesiastis Cap. xij.
Be glad o yong man in thy youthfull dayes
And let thy soule reioyse in youth I say
And follow furth what most thy spreit doth praise
And what thyne eyes delytes in every way
But know that once shall come that dreadfull day
When for those deidis God shall exame the sore
And he him self in Iugement sit tharefore
And let thy soule reioyse in youth I say
And follow furth what most thy spreit doth praise
And what thyne eyes delytes in every way
But know that once shall come that dreadfull day
When for those deidis God shall exame the sore
And he him self in Iugement sit tharefore
Remove belyve all rancor from thy brayne
Contene thy fleshe vnworking evill at all
For youth alswell as chyldehead is but vayne
Tharefore on thy creator think thow shall
While in thy lothsome dayes thow dois not fall
And while the tyme is not, when thow shalt say
Now in thir yearis my pleasure is away
Contene thy fleshe vnworking evill at all
For youth alswell as chyldehead is but vayne
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While in thy lothsome dayes thow dois not fall
And while the tyme is not, when thow shalt say
Now in thir yearis my pleasure is away
And while the Sunne and light is not obscurde
And while the Moone and starres are shyning bright
And while the raine thik cludds hath not procurde
To follow after darknyng all the light
What tyme they shall be bowed that are of might
Then shall the housegairds tremble all at ones
The grinders stay for lack of counter bones
And while the Moone and starres are shyning bright
And while the raine thik cludds hath not procurde
To follow after darknyng all the light
What tyme they shall be bowed that are of might
Then shall the housegairds tremble all at ones
The grinders stay for lack of counter bones
They shalbe dimd that through the windois keik
The utter dores they shalbe shut assone
The grinders sound shalbe abassed eik
He shall awake then at the laverokkis tone
His whole delyte in singing shalbe done
And they shalbe for hie thingis sore affrayd
And feare shall mak thame in the way dismayd
The utter dores they shalbe shut assone
The grinders sound shalbe abassed eik
He shall awake then at the laverokkis tone
His whole delyte in singing shalbe done
And they shalbe for hie thingis sore affrayd
And feare shall mak thame in the way dismayd
Then shall the almond tree be florisht faire
The grashopper shall both be havy and great
He shall of lust and pleasure have no cair
For man drawis neir to his eternall seat
And dule in streit lukis for him air and late
While tyme the silver corde yet will not rax
And golden circles nather brekkis nor crakkis
The grashopper shall both be havy and great
He shall of lust and pleasure have no cair
For man drawis neir to his eternall seat
And dule in streit lukis for him air and late
While tyme the silver corde yet will not rax
And golden circles nather brekkis nor crakkis
And while the pitcher brekkis not at the well
Nor while at cisterne: then it comes at last
That dust returnis in earth and in it sell
The Spreit returnis to God whome fro it past
From any trouble fredd, or worldlie blast
All vanitie, all vanitie most vaine
All thir are vanitie I say againe
Nor while at cisterne: then it comes at last
That dust returnis in earth and in it sell
The Spreit returnis to God whome fro it past
From any trouble fredd, or worldlie blast
All vanitie, all vanitie most vaine
All thir are vanitie I say againe
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