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THE OPINION OF THE worldlie estate of the honorable and learned Mr
Walter Steward Principall of the Kings Colledge of Aberdon at his death. |
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THE OPINION OF THE worldlie estate of the honorable and learned Mr Walter Steward Principall of the Kings Colledge of Aberdon at his death.
Life, Lordships, friends, all ease and earthlie glore,
Pomp, Pleasure, Pride, Renown & worldly wealth,
Sprit, manhood, strength, estate, and treasures store,
Blood, beutie, clan, and honour here but health,
Like dying lamps into the longest night,
Are false deluding dainties but delight.
Pomp, Pleasure, Pride, Renown & worldly wealth,
Sprit, manhood, strength, estate, and treasures store,
Blood, beutie, clan, and honour here but health,
Like dying lamps into the longest night,
Are false deluding dainties but delight.
Preheminence, soveranitie, and place,
Great dignities, and transitorious joyes:
Promotions high, discents from royall race,
Time turnes to nought, Death alters and destroyes:
As water-bell's with little blasts are blowen,
So with lesse breaths they are againe ou'r-throwen.
Great dignities, and transitorious joyes:
Promotions high, discents from royall race,
Time turnes to nought, Death alters and destroyes:
As water-bell's with little blasts are blowen,
So with lesse breaths they are againe ou'r-throwen.
Wit, learning, skill, sweet Eloquence and vene,
Jn faculties, intelligence profound:
Soliditie, and quicknes of the braine,
And in all Earthlie blessings to abound:
Are alway vaine, and foolishnes in fine,
Without that Wisdome heavenlie and divine.
Jn faculties, intelligence profound:
Soliditie, and quicknes of the braine,
And in all Earthlie blessings to abound:
Are alway vaine, and foolishnes in fine,
Without that Wisdome heavenlie and divine.
Men are not made for ever permanent,
In Mein, nor Monarches is no steadfast strength,
Men are no more, here bot a trau'ling tent,
And they shall leaue this lingring life at length:
Remoue and wend out of this vaill their wayes,
For they the part of posting Pilgrims playes.
In Mein, nor Monarches is no steadfast strength,
Men are no more, here bot a trau'ling tent,
And they shall leaue this lingring life at length:
For they the part of posting Pilgrims playes.
What they in their Inventiue braine haue bred,
Be means of their imagination vaine:
And with expence perfectlie haue exped,
By ill governing is disgrac'd againe:
And that which Fame and Fortune hiest bure,
Oft lies full lowe, inglorious and obscure.
Be means of their imagination vaine:
And with expence perfectlie haue exped,
By ill governing is disgrac'd againe:
And that which Fame and Fortune hiest bure,
Oft lies full lowe, inglorious and obscure.
Why do we then in fragill flesh confide,
And boldlie buildes our aspirance and trust;
Since nothing breaths that here is borne to bide.
Of Nothing all, all vnto Nothing must:
Revert and turne, Death will in end devore,
And flesh transchange to filth, as a before.
And boldlie buildes our aspirance and trust;
Since nothing breaths that here is borne to bide.
Of Nothing all, all vnto Nothing must:
Revert and turne, Death will in end devore,
And flesh transchange to filth, as a before.
Disdaine those base and lowest earthlie things,
Flie through the skies vnto his burning throne;
Whose blessed sight to the beholders brings,
(Be meere affection, and his loue alone:)
Those sacred, holie, benefits and blest,
Peace, wealth and ease, content and quiet rest.
Flie through the skies vnto his burning throne;
Whose blessed sight to the beholders brings,
(Be meere affection, and his loue alone:)
Those sacred, holie, benefits and blest,
Peace, wealth and ease, content and quiet rest.
Abandon then those all alluring baits,
Which to the Soule frams ruine and decay;
Be not infected with those frivole fraits,
That are in heavenlie happines a stay:
So in the earth your Names shall be renownd,
And in the heavens with Christ coheird & crownd.
Which to the Soule frams ruine and decay;
Be not infected with those frivole fraits,
That are in heavenlie happines a stay:
So in the earth your Names shall be renownd,
And in the heavens with Christ coheird & crownd.
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