Poems Occasioned by a melancholy vision Or A melancholy vision upon diuers Theames Englarged: Which by seuerall Arguments ensuinge is showed His gaudie musa tenebris: By H. M. [i.e. Humphrey Mill] |
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A DESCRIPTION OF THE NATVRE And Qualitie of Time.
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A DESCRIPTION OF THE NATVRE And Qualitie of Time.
As also the abuse of it, with the good use of Time.
This I say Brethren, the Time is short.
1 Cor. 7. 29.
There is a Time to be borne, and a Time to die.
Eccles. 3. 2.
Neither doth man know his Time, but as the Fishes
that are taken in a net, and the snare, so are the
Children of men snared in an evill Time, when
it falleth upon them suddainly.
Eccles. 9 10.
Redeeme the Time, because the dayes are evill.
Ephes. 5. 16.
O time, thou art that precious part,
that God doth give to man:
That living here, may in Gods feare,
proceed the best he can.
that God doth give to man:
That living here, may in Gods feare,
proceed the best he can.
Time's more of worth, when 'tis set forth,
in Nature sweet and kinde,
Than Gold: being lost, the man is crost,
that seekes to gaine, or finde.
in Nature sweet and kinde,
Than Gold: being lost, the man is crost,
that seekes to gaine, or finde.
Time being gone, sure there is none.
can call it backe againe,
Its in God hand, Time cannot stand,
the Lord of times doth raigne.
can call it backe againe,
Its in God hand, Time cannot stand,
the Lord of times doth raigne.
When Time is past, though thou make haste,
to o're-take, its seldome seene,
But if thou creepe, time doth not sleepe,
but swift hath ever beene.
to o're-take, its seldome seene,
But if thou creepe, time doth not sleepe,
but swift hath ever beene.
If thou but goe, time doth not so,
it runnes, thou runn'st, 'twill flye,
Get time before, and keepe in store,
lest God thee time deny.
it runnes, thou runn'st, 'twill flye,
Get time before, and keepe in store,
lest God thee time deny.
Thy great estate, time will but hate,
to stay for thee therefore,
Time knowes not how, nor God allow,
to differ rich from poore.
to stay for thee therefore,
Time knowes not how, nor God allow,
to differ rich from poore.
Time's likewise short, though fooles in sport,
to make it shorter strive,
Poore fooles indeed, that whipps with speed
time gone, yet thinkes to thrive.
to make it shorter strive,
Poore fooles indeed, that whipps with speed
time gone, yet thinkes to thrive.
Alas aday I who is't that may,
more then his day stay here?
What mortall can exceed his span,
though living now in cheere?
more then his day stay here?
What mortall can exceed his span,
though living now in cheere?
Death hath time prest, that all the rest,
that on the earth abide,
Ere it be long, though nere so strong,
the dust may under hide.
that on the earth abide,
Ere it be long, though nere so strong,
the dust may under hide.
Uncertaine too, not much adoe,
can make us know our time,
Our suddaine change, should not be strange.
though it come in our prime.
can make us know our time,
Our suddaine change, should not be strange.
though it come in our prime.
When men minde not, then 'tis their lot,
to die: they naught desire it,
Time will away, it must not stay,
though all the world would hire it.
to die: they naught desire it,
Time will away, it must not stay,
though all the world would hire it.
Though men do deeme, and some esteeme,
time long: yet short's the flower,
When men are strong, it lasts not long,
times cream's but like an houre.
time long: yet short's the flower,
When men are strong, it lasts not long,
times cream's but like an houre.
Long doe we grow, ere we know how,
to use our time, and then,
We eate, and drinke, and little thinke,
to die, like other men.
to use our time, and then,
We eate, and drinke, and little thinke,
to die, like other men.
Much time we sleepe, some time we weepe,
some time we sport and play,
Some time we win, most time we sin,
thus spend we many a day.
some time we sport and play,
Some time we win, most time we sin,
thus spend we many a day.
Some time we joy, and vainely toy,
saying come let's merry be;
For when death comes, we in our tombes,
this mirth shall never see.
saying come let's merry be;
For when death comes, we in our tombes,
this mirth shall never see.
Some time we dresse, we take no lesse
time, to put off againe,
Sometime we walke, sometime we talke,
these things who can refraine?
time, to put off againe,
Sometime we walke, sometime we talke,
these things who can refraine?
When strength doth faile, old age is fraile,
and natures ruines are,
Though old men be, we seldome see
them, for their soules prepare.
and natures ruines are,
Though old men be, we seldome see
them, for their soules prepare.
Unlesse before, they had in store,
a stock of comfort got,
They cannot pray, nor truely say,
O Lord thou art my lot.
a stock of comfort got,
They cannot pray, nor truely say,
O Lord thou art my lot.
Not first, nor last, of time that's past;
our time we vainely spend:
The creame and flower, us'd by Gods power,
brings comfort at the end.
our time we vainely spend:
The creame and flower, us'd by Gods power,
brings comfort at the end.
This being true, I heard one rue,
how vile a beast am I?
Lost time I have, what may I crave,
but like a beast to die?
how vile a beast am I?
Lost time I have, what may I crave,
but like a beast to die?
O time, thy price, if good advice
had wrought upon me then,
I had thee bought, and for thee sought,
wil't never come agen?
had wrought upon me then,
I had thee bought, and for thee sought,
wil't never come agen?
Thy front was faire, adorn'd with haire,
but balde behinde thou art,
To follow thee, boots not for me,
for griefe hath kild my heart.
but balde behinde thou art,
To follow thee, boots not for me,
for griefe hath kild my heart.
Thou art too swift, for me unthrift,
whether I doe goe, or runne,
My friend also, is turn'd my foe,
alas, my thread is spunne.
whether I doe goe, or runne,
My friend also, is turn'd my foe,
alas, my thread is spunne.
Short is the pleasure, of sinfull leasure,
but still the sting remaines,
Long lives the smart, which kils my heart,
with never dying paines.
but still the sting remaines,
Long lives the smart, which kils my heart,
with never dying paines.
I did beleeve that on my sleeve,
time, and Repentance fast
Was pin'd: and when I car'd not, then
they both were quickly past.
time, and Repentance fast
Was pin'd: and when I car'd not, then
they both were quickly past.
Then thou my friend, that seest my end,
take heed at any rate,
For now in hell, I goe to dwell,
all comforts come too late.
take heed at any rate,
For now in hell, I goe to dwell,
all comforts come too late.
Make use of time, now in thy prime,
lay hold on saving grace,
Lest at the last, God doe thee cast,
from heaven his dwelling place.
lay hold on saving grace,
Lest at the last, God doe thee cast,
from heaven his dwelling place.
Into that Lake, where lives the snake,
with hell-hounds yelling fast,
Where thou shalt crie, and burning lye,
thy dolour still shall last.
with hell-hounds yelling fast,
Where thou shalt crie, and burning lye,
thy dolour still shall last.
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