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 The Four Ages of Man. 155

If any care I take tis to be tine.

For fure my fuit, more then my virtues fhine

If time from lend Companions I can fpare,

'Tis fpent to curie, and pounce m}^ new-bought hair/

Some new ^ Adonis I do ftrive to be ;

Sarda7iapahis now furvives in me.

Cards, Dice, and Oathes concomitant I love.

To plaj'es, to mafques, to Taverns ftill I move.

And in a word, if what I am 370u"'d hear,

Seek out a Bj'ittiJJt bruitifh Cavaleer:

Such wretch, fuch Monller am I, but yet more,

I have no heart at all this to deplore,^

Remembring not the dreadfull day of doom.

Nor yet that heavy reckoning foon to come.

Though dangers do attend me every hoiir.

And gaftly Death oft threats me with his^ power,

Sometimes by wounds in idle Combates taken,

Sometimes with Agues all m}^ body fhaken:

Sometimes by fevers, all my moiiture drinking,

My heart lies frying, & mine eyes are linking.

Sometimes the Quinfey,'^ painfull Pleurifie,

With fad affrighrs of death doth menace me:

d If any time from company I fpare,

'Tis fpent in curling, frilling up my hair; '' young.

/ I want a heart all this for to deplore.

Thus, thus alas I I have mifpent my time.

My youth, my belt, my ftrength, my bud, and ])rinie : z her. -4 Cough, Stitch.

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