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A Golden Mirrour

Conteining certaine Pithie and figuratiue Visions prognosticating good fortune to England and all true English Subiectes with an ouerthrowe to the enemies. Whereto be adioyned certaine pretie Poemes written on the names of sundrie both noble and worshipfull [by Richard Robinson]
 

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Verses penned vpon the Etimologie of the name of the right Worshipful. M. Peter Warberton of Arley, in the Countie of Chester, Esquire.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



Verses penned vpon the Etimologie of the name of the right Worshipful. M. Peter Warberton of Arley, in the Countie of Chester, Esquire.

Prepare a place aboue the skies,
Where Angels rest in ioy:
Out of all mundane thoughts arise,
Which workes the soules annoy,
Of Time watch well the stealing steps,
Take heed of youth that age forgets,
All thinges haue time, by power deuine,
And Time consumeth all,
She hath cut off the mightiest kinges,
And so the rest she shall.
Emperour, King and Kaisar she
Doth mount vpon the stage,
And all that shall aduaunced be,
Time raiseth in ech age.
So Time dismountes them all againe.
Some from great ioy, to shame and paine,
Thus rich and poore she euermore
Cuts off both great and small:
The Captaine stout and all his rout
Shee spoyles, and euer shall.
Therefore watch well, this hastie Dame,
That makes thys mortall speede:
As all our Parents felt the same,
With vs she will proceede:
Time flies apace she taries not,
She grantes no grace if men forgot,
At first she is as sugar sweete,
But ends like bitter gall,
Let Worldlinges watch that be asleepe,
For Time no doubt they shall.


Remember Tyme, built Cities great,
Which now is wildernes:
With many a costly and stately seat,
That now consumed is:
And Tyme, these dayes builds many hours,
Which shall in Tyme, be none of ours:
For as the seas, doth ebbe and floe,
So Tyme doth with vs all:
Now chuse who thinks of Tyme or noe,
All thinges consume she shall.
Who marketh Tyme, in these our dayes,
Her workes be wondrous straunge:
For those that erste did beare the keyes,
By Tyme doth office chaunge:
And from the hall, to kitchin comes,
And at the length, bide fortuns domes:
As captiue stand, to hold vp hand,
To liue or dye at all:
Who can preuaile: when Tyme doth deale,
Which will consume and shall.
And doth not Tyme make infants strong,
Of young and tender age:
When six and thirtie yeare hath sprong,
These lustie blouds on stage:
Marke Tyme when all this race is run,
Unlooked for croukt age doth come:
And by no meanes but onely Tyme,
Therfore lets watch her all:
Sith downe she casteth, such as clyme,
And euermore she shall.
Right thus of age, Tyme maketh dust,
And so she doth of youth:
And Tyme still tryes, all things that's iust,


And brings vs all to prooffe:
And Tyme shall at the later day,
The filthy factes of men bewray:
Not sparing one, nor leauing now,
But to accompts bring all:
And thus hath she perswaded mee,
She doth and euer shall.
Els could not now, the world be old,
Which at the first was young:
For Tyme, her selfe now waxeth cold,
Her limmes be not so strong:
As in her first beginning she,
Nor halfe of Nature francke and free:
Her loftie lookes, I read in bookes,
Beginneth for to fall:
Her galland cheare, begins to weare,
Yet she shall end vs all.
Remember then all thinges begun,
Must haue an end at last:
For when the vitall, threed is spun,
The mortall knife makes hast:
For Attropos doth tend on Tyme,
As wayting mayde by power diuine:
Unlooked for, or men be ware,
She breakes both heart and gall:
And when she smiles she worketh wiles.
For to consume vs all,
Thus trudgeth Tyme and tarrieth not,
To tend vpon her pray:
And layes her snares, in the euery plot,
To twitch all states away:
Therefore iudge if the world be vayne,
That greedy gapeth, still for gayne.


One brother selleth now an other,
And worldly wealth rules all:
But Tyme doth watch, for to dispatch,
For so at length she shall.
Of this beware, and marke it well,
For Tyme, is now at hand:
That Tyme all pleasures shall expell,
Aswell by sea as land:
Not one but all, shall tast of woe,
Of very force, it must be soe:
Els sinne, would sincke, and vice would drinke,
The workes of vertue all:
So Tyme consumes, those that presumes,
Loe thus she doth and shall.
Such is the force of Tyme ye see,
Such is the ende of all:
Here may we see that vanitie,
Doth worke our mortall thrall:
Quite now your selues, from worldly mucke,
Least Tyme vnlookt your liues to plucke:
Undoubtedly in Tyme foresee,
To win the way to rest:
And helpe the poore, which is the store,
For which God thinkes you blest.
If Tyme cut of, all liuing thinges,
And still bringes all to nought:
And shall to iudgement bring the kinges,
Aswell for deede, as thought:
Then let the meaner stats take heed,
To watch and pray with present speed:
Els in the snares, of Tyme vnwares,
We must to iudgement all:


Remember this, great neede it is,
For Tyme consume vs shall.
FINIS.