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Source Title:
Poetical miscellany [manuscript], ca. 1630.
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Poetical miscellany [manuscript], ca. 1630.
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ca. 1630
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page 2 || page 3
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Transcription:
2
Or like a thought or like a dreame,
Or like the gliding of a streame,
Euen such is man who lius by breth,
Each moment subiect vnto death.
The buble's sunk, the look's forgot,
The shulte flung, the writings blot,
The thought is past, the dreame is gon,
The water glides, mans life is donne,
Like to an arrow from a bow,
Or like a floued that swift doth flow,
Or like the [space] time twixt tide and ebbe,
or like the spiders tender webbe,
Or like a race, or like a goale,
or like the dealing of a doale,
Euen such is man whose britle state
Is alwayes subiect vnto fate./
The arrow's shot, the flou[l]d is spent
The time no time, the well soon rent
The race soone run, the gole soon wun
The dole soone delt, mans life first dvnn
Like to the lightning from the sky,
Or like swift post that quick doth hy,
Or like the quauer in a song
or like a iorney 3 dayes long
or like the snow when summer's come
Or like a peare, or like a plum,
Or like the snow, when summers come
Euen such is man who heapes vp sorrow
Liues but this day & dyes to morrow.//
The lightning's past, the post must goe
The quauers short, the iorneys so
The peare doth rot, the plum doth fall
The snow dissolus, & so must all./
3
Like to the seed put in earth wombe,
or like dead Lazrus in his tombe,
or like Tabitha being a sleepe,
or Ionas like with in the deepe,
or like the moone or stars by day,
Ly hid & vanish quite away,
Even so doth death mans life bereave
But being dead doth death deceave
The seed springeth, & Lazrus slumeth
[The] Tabitha awakes, & Jonas landeth,
The moone appeares, the stars remaine
The dead shall rise, and live againe/
Like to the silk worme of one yeare,
or like a wronged lover teare,
or like the wave a rudders dint,,
or like the sparkles of a flint,
or like a litle cakes perfum'd,
or fire works made to be confined,
Even such is man and al of trust,
in weake and animated dust
The silk worme droops, the teares from shed,
The ships way lost, the sparkle dead,
The cake is burnt, the firework donne,
And man as these as quickly gon.
He that is borne must dy, & if he dy to morrow
Looseth some dayes of mirth, but months of sorrow
Or like a thought or like a dreame,
Or like the gliding of a streame,
Euen such is man who lius by breth,
Each moment subiect vnto death.
The buble's sunk, the look's forgot,
The shulte flung, the writings blot,
The thought is past, the dreame is gon,
The water glides, mans life is donne,
Like to an arrow from a bow,
Or like a floued that swift doth flow,
Or like the [space] time twixt tide and ebbe,
or like the spiders tender webbe,
Or like a race, or like a goale,
or like the dealing of a doale,
Euen such is man whose britle state
Is alwayes subiect vnto fate./
The arrow's shot, the flou[l]d is spent
The time no time, the well soon rent
The race soone run, the gole soon wun
The dole soone delt, mans life first dvnn
Like to the lightning from the sky,
Or like swift post that quick doth hy,
Or like the quauer in a song
or like a iorney 3 dayes long
or like the snow when summer's come
Or like a peare, or like a plum,
Or like the snow, when summers come
Euen such is man who heapes vp sorrow
Liues but this day & dyes to morrow.//
The lightning's past, the post must goe
The quauers short, the iorneys so
The peare doth rot, the plum doth fall
The snow dissolus, & so must all./
3
Like to the seed put in earth wombe,
or like dead Lazrus in his tombe,
or like Tabitha being a sleepe,
or Ionas like with in the deepe,
or like the moone or stars by day,
Ly hid & vanish quite away,
Even so doth death mans life bereave
But being dead doth death deceave
The seed springeth, & Lazrus slumeth
[The] Tabitha awakes, & Jonas landeth,
The moone appeares, the stars remaine
The dead shall rise, and live againe/
Like to the silk worme of one yeare,
or like a wronged lover teare,
or like the wave a rudders dint,,
or like the sparkles of a flint,
or like a litle cakes perfum'd,
or fire works made to be confined,
Even such is man and al of trust,
in weake and animated dust
The silk worme droops, the teares from shed,
The ships way lost, the sparkle dead,
The cake is burnt, the firework donne,
And man as these as quickly gon.
He that is borne must dy, & if he dy to morrow
Looseth some dayes of mirth, but months of sorrow
transcribed_information
2
Or like a thought or like a dreame,
Or like the gliding of a streame,
Euen such is man who lius by breth,
Each moment subiect vnto death.
The buble's sunk, the look's forgot,
The shulte flung, the writings blot,
The thought is past, the dreame is gon,
The water glides, mans life is donne,
Like to an arrow from a bow,
Or like a floued that swift doth flow,
Or like the [space] time twixt tide and ebbe,
or like the spiders tender webbe,
Or like a race, or like a goale,
or like the dealing of a doale,
Euen such is man whose britle state
Is alwayes subiect vnto fate./
The arrow's shot, the flou[l]d is spent
The time no time, the well soon rent
The race soone run, the gole soon wun
The dole soone delt, mans life first dvnn
Like to the lightning from the sky,
Or like swift post that quick doth hy,
Or like the quauer in a song
or like a iorney 3 dayes long
or like the snow when summer's come
Or like a peare, or like a plum,
Or like the snow, when summers come
Euen such is man who heapes vp sorrow
Liues but this day & dyes to morrow.//
The lightning's past, the post must goe
The quauers short, the iorneys so
The peare doth rot, the plum doth fall
The snow dissolus, & so must all./
3
Like to the seed put in earth wombe,
or like dead Lazrus in his tombe,
or like Tabitha being a sleepe,
or Ionas like with in the deepe,
or like the moone or stars by day,
Ly hid & vanish quite away,
Even so doth death mans life bereave
But being dead doth death deceave
The seed springeth, & Lazrus slumeth
[The] Tabitha awakes, & Jonas landeth,
The moone appeares, the stars remaine
The dead shall rise, and live againe/
Like to the silk worme of one yeare,
or like a wronged lover teare,
or like the wave a rudders dint,,
or like the sparkles of a flint,
or like a litle cakes perfum'd,
or fire works made to be confined,
Even such is man and al of trust,
in weake and animated dust
The silk worme droops, the teares from shed,
The ships way lost, the sparkle dead,
The cake is burnt, the firework donne,
And man as these as quickly gon.
He that is borne must dy, & if he dy to morrow
Looseth some dayes of mirth, but months of sorrow
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