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<p>This Infant, and this little Trusse of Hay,<lb/> When they are moralized, seeme to say,<lb/> That, Flesh is but tuft of Morning Grasse,<lb/> Both greene, and wither'd, ere the day-light passe.<lb/> And, such we truly finde it; for, behold,<lb/> Assoone as Man is borne, hee waxeth old,<lb/> In Griefes, in Sorrowes, or Necessities;<lb/> And, withers ev'ry houre, untill hee dyes:<lb/> Now, flourishing, as Grasse, when it is growne,<lb/> Straight perishing, as Grasse, when it is mowne.<lb/> If, wee with other things, mans Age compare,<lb/> His Life is but a Day (For, equall'd are<lb/> His Yeares with Houres : His Months, with Minutes bee<lb/> Fit parallels; and, ev'ry breathing, wee<lb/> May tearme a Day ) yet, some, ev'n at the Night<lb/> Of that short Day, are dead, and witherd quite.<lb/> Before the Morning of our lives bee done,<lb/> The Flesh oft fades: Sometime, it growes till Noone :<lb/> But, there's no mortall Flesh, that will abide<lb/> Vnparched longer, than till Evening-tide.<lb/> For, in it selfe, it alwayes carries that,<lb/> Which helpeth so, it selfe to ruinate;<lb/> That, though it feele, nor storme, nor scorching flame,<lb/> An inbred Canker, will consume the same.<lb/> Considering well, and well remembring this,<lb/> Account the Flesh no better than it is:<lb/> Wrong not thine everlasting Soule, to cherish<lb/> A Gourd, which in a moments time will perish.<lb/> Give it the tendance, fit for fading Crops ;<lb/> But, for Hay harvest, lose not better hopes.<lb/> </p>

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IIHIM

GUL

EMBLEMS

ILL_BOOK

CAPTION_EN

A sleeping, naked boy holding a stick from which a sheaf of hay is hanging

SOURCE_FILE

embstma_1903.xml

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MOTTO_LA

<p>OMNIS CARO FOENUM.</p>

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GUL

EMBLEMS

ILL_BOOK

IC

11R5

25G(+371)

25I1

31B13

31D11221(+89)

46A14

46C1213

47I141(+21)

47I1421

47I1451

47I15(SCYTHE)

47I17(HAY)

86(OMNIS CARO FOENUM)

MOTTO_EN

<p>All Flesh, is like the wither'd Hay,<lb/> And, so it strings, and fades away.</p>

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embstma_1903_pic252.jpg

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embstma_1903_emblem198

MOTTO_LA_NORM

Omnis caro foenum