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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