%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Caveat for Young-men. / Young-men Repentance do delay, / And think not of their Dying day, / Till Death doth come and with his Dart, / Doth pierce the youngmans stubborn heart. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1680-1682 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/17/2008 20660

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2.36 R234253 1 Aim not too high Fortune My Foe Aim Not Too High GIve ear to me you youngmen whilst I write / Nothing but truth, hoping to bring to light Pepys 2.36 Wing C1614[a]A; Rollins (2) ?273 (Feb. 22, 1581, II, 380, Yarrath James). Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 36 A Caveat for Young-men. / Young-men Repentance do delay, / And think not of their Dying day, / Till Death doth come and with his Dart, / Doth pierce the youngmans stubborn heart. A Caveat for Young-men. Young-men Repentance do delay, And think not of their Dying day, Till Death doth come and with his Dart, Doth pierce the Youngmans stubborn heart. A Caveat for Young Men. Young Men Repentance Do Delay, and Think Not of Their Dying Day, Till Death Does Come and with His Dart, Does Pierce the Young Man's Stubborn Heart. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 200 x 300 cropped top and right edges, uneven inking vertical rules 1680-1682 Printed for M. Cole, T, Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackery, and T. Passenger. M. Cole, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackery, T. Passenger. Blagden Coles, M.?

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GIve ear to me you youngmen whilst I write Nothing but truth, hoping to bring to light Your secret thoughts which in your Bosoms lie, And let you know all flesh is born to die, The young as well as old must to the Grave, Both King and Peasant must this portion have, Old men must die, then youngmen call to mind For certain you must not stay long behind. Then lead your lives as Christians ought to do, You do not know when Death shall come for you, Today, before to morrow you may die, And your immortal soul from you may flie.
Trust not for to repent when you are old, You have no Lease of life, then why so bold, When pale fac'd Death shall give the blow, There's no redress, down to the Grave you go. Oh wretched man is he whom Death shall take E're he's aware, and hath his peace to make, Then young and old prepare your selves for death, Your time is short, repent while you have breath. But youngmen they are apt for to defer Repentance to the last, herein they err, And Death doth often snatch youngmen away, Turning to dismal night, there hopd for day.
The middle aged man Death doth not spare, Tis needfull then that all men should prepare, For Death is so impartiall that he'l strike At young and old and middle age alike. And he that is prepared he need not fear, For he is not dismayed when Death draws near, His soul is happy that his peace hath made, And covets in the Dust for to be layed. How many thousands is there in this Land, That never thinks on Death till tis at hand, When on their Death-beds languishing they lie, Their souls are frightned, they'r afraid to die. Death seems to them a grim and ghastly sight, The sins wherein they once did take delight, Now seem most dreadful, while the Grave's half made, The soul prepar'd, of Death is not afraid. Young men suppose they'r active, stout and strong, Sure Death will not surprize them while they'r young, When theyr old their sins they will repent But oft too late their follies they Lament, Why should fond man forget his chiefest end, For which God did into the world him send, And not provide against the hour of Death, Since certain tis that it shall stop their breath. The greatest Monarch must be forced to yield, But the time when, to no man is reveal'd, This year or day may be the last that we For ought we know may ever live to see.
That man had better never to have been, Than live in Vanity and dye in Sin, For as the Tree doth fall so it doth lie, And sin brings sorrow for a certainty. Let not vain pleasure have the chiefest room In your poor hearts, lest it procures your Doom, For worldly pleasures alwaies disagree With Heavenly things of immortality. And those who for their souls take special care, Mind not the things whom sinners count m[ore] rar[e] But set their whole delight on things above, Things that are well deserving of their Love. And prize that thing call'd your immortal soul, Least you for ever after do condoul, Think not to find Repentance in the Grave, But while you live study your souls to save. A day is coming when you must account For all misdeeds which daily do amount, To such a sum of sins none can forgive, But God alone who doth for ever live. When on your Pillow you do lay your head, Ere morning comes perhaps you may be dead, Then make your peace before death gives the blow Tis happy for you if you can do so. And yet fond world you'l say you'r loath to leave, These thoughts do but all mortal men deceive, Theres nothing here that's worthy of your love, Seek after blessings flowing from above.
Printed for M. Cole, T, Vere, J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackery, and T. Passenger.