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TEXT_EXPL_XML <p>This Glasse declares, how Time doth passe away;<lb/>
                                And, if the Words, about it, rightly say,<lb/>
                                Thy Time that's gone, is lost : and, proofe will shew,<lb/>
                                That, many find both Words, and Emblem, true.<lb/>
                                How fast their Time departs, they best perceive,<lb/>
                                From whom it steales, before they take their leave,<lb/>
                                Of what they love; and, whose last houre is gone,<lb/>
                                Before their chiefest businesses are done.<lb/>
                                How fast it slides, ev'n they are also taught,<lb/>
                                (Too late, perhaps) who never kept in thought<lb/>
                                Their ending-day ; but, alwayes did presume,<lb/>
                                Or, largely hope upon the Time to come ;<lb/>
                                The present-howres, nor thankfully enjoying,<lb/>
                                Nor, honestly, nor usefully employing.<lb/>
                                That yeares expir'd, are lost, they likewise find:<lb/>
                                For, when their understanding brings to mind,<lb/>
                                How fondly (or, how ill perchance) they spent<lb/>
                                Their passed age ; they see, with discontent,<lb/>
                                The Time, not onely lost, but, worse than so;<lb/>
                                Lost, with a thousand other Losses moe:<lb/>
                                And, that, when they shall need it, wealth nor pow'r,<lb/>
                                Can purchase them, one minute of an howre.<lb/>
                                Consider this, all ye that spend the prime,<lb/>
                                The noone-tide, and the twilight of your Time,<lb/>
                                In childish play-games, or meere worldly things;<lb/>
                                As if you could, at pleasure, clip Times wings,<lb/>
                                Or turne his Glasse ; or, had a Life, or twaine<lb/>
                                To live, when you had fool'd out this in vaine.<lb/>
                                Short is the present ; lost Times-passed bee;<lb/>
                                And, Time to come, wee may not live to see.<lb/>
                            </p>
                        
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MOTTO_LA <p>PERIT QUOD ELAPSUM EST.</p>
                        
CAPTION_ENAn hourglass; in the background a painter sketches a damaged statue in front of a ruinous building
IC 23A44
; 23U22
; 25H114
; 25I1
; 48C24
; 48C51121(+431)
; 86(PERIT QUOD ELAPSUM EST)
MOTTO_EN <p>Make use of Time, that's comming on ;<lb/>
                                For, that is perish'd, which is gone.</p>
                        
URL_IMAGE embstma_1903_pic253.jpg
ID embstma_1903_emblem199
MOTTO_LA_NORM Perit quod elapsum est
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