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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>This vulgar Figure of a winged glasse,<lb/>
                                Doth signifie, how swiftly Time doth passe.<lb/>
                                By that leane Scull, which to this houre-glasse clings,<lb/>
                                We are informed what effect it brings;<lb/>
                                And, by the Words about it, wee are taught<lb/>
                                To keepe our latter ending still in thought.<lb/>
                                The common houre-glasse, of the Life of Man,<lb/>
                                Exceedeth not the largenesse of a span.<lb/>
                                The Sand -like Minutes, flye away so fast,<lb/>
                                That, yeares are out, e're wee thinke months are past:<lb/>
                                Yea, many times, our nat'rall-day is gone,<lb/>
                                Before wee look'd for twelve a clocke at Noone ;<lb/>
                                And, where wee sought for Beautie, at the Full,<lb/>
                                Wee finde the Flesh quite rotted from the Skull.<lb/>
                                Let these Expressions of Times passage, bee<lb/>
                                Remembrancers for ever, Lord, to mee;<lb/>
                                That, I may still bee guiltlesse of their crime,<lb/>
                                Who fruitlesly consume their precious Time :<lb/>
                                And, minde my Death ; not with a slavish feare,<lb/>
                                But, with a thankfull use, of life-time, here:<lb/>
                                Not grieving, that my dayes away doe post;<lb/>
                                But, caring rather, that they bee not lost,<lb/>
                                And, lab'ring with Discretion, how I may<lb/>
                                Redeeme the Time, that's vainely slipt away.<lb/>
                                So, when that moment comes, which others dread,<lb/>
                                I, undismay'd, shall climbe my dying-bed ;<lb/>
                                With joyfull Hopes, my Flesh to dust commend;<lb/>
                                In Spirit, with a stedfast Faith ascend;<lb/>
                                And, whilst I living am, to sinne so dye,<lb/>
                                That dying, I may live eternally.<lb/>
                            </p>
                        
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IIHIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
CAPTION_EN A winged hourglass with a skull on top; a funeral procession in a landscape with churches
SOURCE_FILE embstma_1903.xml
LINK_FACSIMILE embstma_1903_fac231
MOTTO_LA <p>VIVE MEMOR LETHO FUGIT HORA.</p>
                        
HIM GUL
; EMBLEMS
; ILL_BOOK
IC 11Q712
; 11R71
; 23U22(+0):25F(+342)
; 25H114
; 31F11
; 42E22
; 47D31
; 86(VIVE MEMOR LETHE FUGIT HORA)
MOTTO_EN <p>Live, ever mindfull of thy dying ;<lb/>
                                For, Time is alwayes from thee flying.</p>
                        
URL_IMAGE embstma_1903_pic231.jpg
ID embstma_1903_emblem177
MOTTO_LA_NORM Vive memor letho fugit hora
CHILDREN 
CHILDREN_SQRT 0