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Rh the man truly that is lot in this worldlye broyle, and entered into the ea of mieries: that that enuall appetite and hort deire heweth him, eemeth light vnto him, but in a moment (wretched creature he) he findeth himelf in darkenee. What part haue we of any good thing in this hort coure of life? where is our good beginning? where the excellent middet? or where the perfite end? In that day (O mierable man) that thou art begotten in thy mothers wombe, in the elfe ame day death imbraceth thee to ouerthrow thee at his will. Our firt originall is begun in darknee and corruption, the firt paage that putteth vs forth to the light of this world, bringeth vs orow and lamentation. We are borne naked, ubiect to dieaes, vncleane, and haue neede of all things, and of euery bodies helpe. Afterwardes, vnlee we would eeme ymages of tone or timber without vndertandinge, wee mut be taught, ruled, and intructed, which bringeth vs dieaes, troubles, paynes, orrowes, and griefes. And in this while how many neceities doe aault vs? how many buinees doe oppree vs? the elements offende vs with heate, colde, and barrenee. Dieaes neuer forake our bodies, and the troubles of this world neuer letteth vs ret an houre. To be alone it grieueth vs: to be accompanied it troubleth