<p>WOULD'ST early by successful in thy suit,<lb/> Nor languish long in Love's consuming flame?-<lb/> In Beauty's gardem, shun the unripe fruit,<lb/> And breathe thy passion to the riper dame.<lb/> The fruit that's green clings longest to the tree,<lb/> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac134"/> Nor willing yields to leave the parent spray;<lb/> While that which has attain'd maturity,<lb/> Warm'd to the core beneath the funny ray,<lb/> Yields to the touch- and quickly comes away.</p> <p>-TOLLE cupidinem<lb/> Immitis uvae:<lb/> Jam te sequetur, jam protervâ<lb/> Fronte petet Lalage maritum.-HORACE, lib. 2, Car. Od. 5.<lb/> -Primis et adhuc crescentibus annis.<lb/> Non mentem Venus ipsa dedit.</p> <p>Homo pomo similis.<lb/> LIKE unto Man whose course is nearly run,<lb/> The Apple, ripen'd by the autumn sun,<lb/> Yields to the touch, or to the slightest breath,<lb/> And falling-is the image of his Death.<lb/> But not alone in this the semblance lies<lb/> Between the Man's and Apple's destinies:<lb/> The ripe, in Age, part ready from the spray-<lb/> The green, in Youth, are torn by force away.</p> <p>Un homme, une pomme.<lb/> Nos corps, comme les fruits aux arbres attachés,<lb/> Ou meurent, tombent en terre, ou verds sont arrachés. -DU VAIR'S Epictetus.<lb/> IL me semble, que la dite comparaison est encore en la fleur de son age, et d'un<lb/> bon vieil homme, qui jà penchant vèrs la terre. -DU VAIR.<lb/> It is said, by the Philosopher, ''Omnia quae secundùm naturan sunt, sunt habenda<lb/> in bonis.''But all that happens to us contrary to the usual course of nature, is gene-<lb/> rally considered lamentable. Cicero, who seems to share the sentiment of Epictetus,<lb/> and who borrowed from him in his book ''De Senectute,''expresses himself in yet<lb/> more elevated and impressive terms:<lb/> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac135"/> Adolescentes mihi mori sie videntur, ut aquae multitudine flammae vis opprimitur.<lb/> Senex autem, sicut suâ sponte nullâ vi adhibitâ consumtus ignis extinguitur: et quasi<lb/> poma ex arboribus, cruda si sint, si velluntur; si matura et cocta, dedicunt. Sicut vitam<lb/> adolescentibus vis aufert. sic senibus maturitas.</p> <p>Quod crudam, idem et pertinax.<lb/> THE fruit that's ripe, parts willing from the tree;<lb/> Unripe, 'tis not so willing to comply:<lb/> Who call'd by Death resists his destiny,<lb/> Proves most that he is unprepar'd to die.<lb/> IT is sad to die before the time: idle speech! Before what time? Before that<lb/> prescribed by Nature? But Nature lent life to us only, without fixing the term of<lb/> its withdrawal. -CICERO.</p> <p>Offermamus Deo pro munere, quod pro debito teneamur reddere.<lb/> CHRYSOS. Super matth. 10.<lb/> IN the hope of a better award,<lb/> Forgetful that Life is a loan;<lb/> We but offer to God, as reward,<lb/> The Life which is His-not our own.</p> <p>OUR Life is taken from us but to give<lb/> A better life wherewith in Heav'n to live;<lb/> Unquench'd our Spirit, by our body's death,<lb/> Rises refresh'd to breathe with purer breath.</p> <p>THE glories of our blood and state<lb/> Are shadows, not sunstantial things;<lb/> There is no armour against fate,<lb/> Death lays his icy hand on kings:<lb/> Sceptre and crown<lb/> Must tumble down,<lb/> And in the dust be equal made<lb/> With the poor crooked scythe and spade.-SHIRLEY.</p> <p>WE spend our years as a tale that is told.-PSALM xc. 9.<lb/> THE days of years are threescore years and then; and if by reason of strength<lb/> they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut<lb/> off, and we fly away. -Ibid. 10. </p> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac136"/> <p>WHEN first my light did shine, you lik'd me well.<lb/> Now that is gone; you hate my loathsome smell;<lb/> You with prolongers made me live, and art<lb/> Preserv'd my light; but now Time acts his part,<lb/> Triumphant Time, shewes now my glasse is runne,<lb/> (What way God knowes) I finde my threed is spunne;<lb/> Envy hath playd its part, and I doe goe<lb/> To Coffin, as I doe, all must doe so.<lb/> Time breaths a shrewd and life-bereaving blast,<lb/> Yet upward flyes my light, where it shall last.<lb/> I'me glad to part from body, which I lov'd<lb/> So deere, that many wayes and arts I prov'd<lb/> The mudwall to maintaine, and body save,<lb/> But yet in spight of me 'twill go to grave.<lb/> This is my comfort, Body, that thy tombe<lb/> Which is thy grave, shall be thy mothers wombe<lb/> To bring thee once againe unto the light,<lb/> And life, which death shall never know, or night:<lb/> Then be content, though you and I depart:<lb/> Yet Soule and Body still shall have one heart.-FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>

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The Ripe Pear Falls Ready to the Hand

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Cupid gathering ripe pears fallen from a tree

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<p>THE RIPE PEAR FALLS READY TO THE HAND</p>

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