<p>There is no Day, nor minute of the Day<lb/> In which, there are not many sent away<lb/> From Life to Death ; or, many drawing on,<lb/> Which, must within a little while bee gone.<lb/> You, often, view the Grave ; you, often, meet<lb/> The Buriers, and the Mourners, in the street,<lb/> Conveying of some Neighbour, to that home,<lb/> Which must, e're long, your dwelling-place become.<lb/> You see the Race, of many a youthfull Sonne<lb/> Is finish'd, e're his Father's Course is done;<lb/> And, that, the hand of Death, regardeth neither<lb/> Sexe, Youth, nor Age; but, mingleth all together.<lb/> You, many times, in your owne houses, heare<lb/> The groanes of Death, and view your Children there,<lb/> Your lov'ng Parents, or, beloved Wives.<lb/> To gaspe for breath, and, labour for their lives.<lb/> Nay, you your selves, do sometime find the paines<lb/> Of Sicknesse, in your Bowels, and your Vaines,<lb/> The Harbingers of Death, sometime, begin<lb/> To take up your whole Bodie, for their Inne.<lb/> You beare their heavie Aches, on your back;<lb/> You feele their twinges, make your heartstrings crack;<lb/> And, sometime, lye imprison'd, and halfe dead,<lb/> With Age, or with Diseases, on your bed:<lb/> Yet you deferre your ends; and, still contrive,<lb/> For temp'rall things; as if you thought to live<lb/> Sixe Ages longer: or had quite forgot,<lb/> That, you, and others, draw one common-Lot.<lb/> But, that, you might not still, the same forget,<lb/> This Emblem, and this Motto, here were set.<lb/> </p>

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A naked boy resting his elbow on a skull, holding an ear of corn, and contemplating a candle that stands on an hourglass and is blown out by the wind

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<p>HODIE MIHI CRAS TIBI.</p>

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<p>This Day, my Houre-glasse, forth is runne;<lb/> Thy Torch, to Morrow, may bee done.</p>

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Hodie mihi cras tibi