%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A comparison of the life of Man, / Concerning how fickle his estate doth stand, / Flourishing like a Tree, or Vine, or dainty flower, / Or like a ship, or raine, that's turn'd each houre. Crimsal, Richard University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1624-1624 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/18/2011 30035

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S116611 2 Sir Andrew Barton UNKNOWN Sir Andrew Barton the same tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune AS I lay musing all alone, / Great store of things I thought upon, SO is't with man the selfe same case, / His life's a ship that seas doth trace, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 44 1: 45 A comparison of the life of Man, / Concerning how fickle his estate doth stand, / Flourishing like a Tree, or Vine, or dainty flower, / Or like a ship, or raine, that's turn'd each houre. A comparison of the life of Man, Concerning how fickle his estate doth stand, Flourishing like a Tree, or Vine, or dainty flower, Or like a ship, or raine, that’s turn’d each houre. A comparison of the life of Man, Concerning how fickle his estate does stand, Flourishing like a Tree, or Vine, or dainty flower, Or like a ship, or rain, that’s turned each hour. Crimsal, Richard 1624-1624 Francis Coules

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AS I lay musing all alone, Great store of things I thought upon, And specially of mans estate, And how hees subject unto Fate. First Ile compare him to a tree, Which you sometimes all greene may see, But suddenly his leafes doe fall That he was beautifyd withall. The Tree likewise is knowne bys fruit Better then by his fine greene sute, He may show comely to the eye, Yet his fruit may tast bitterly. So men sometimes make a faire showe, All fresh and greene they seeme to growe, But when the winter of griefe and thrall Doth on them seize, their greene leaves fall. But for the difference of mens fruit, I must indeed be something mute, But those that grow like Cedars tall Yield little fruit or none at all. Yet doe they flourish fresh and greene, Much like the pleasant sommer Queene: They are bedect with fragrant flowers, And they doe dwell in stately Towers. But as the Tree is great and tall, The great and mightier is his fall: And as he falls, so doth he lye, Untill the builder him apply. What though a man have store of wealth, It cannot him assure of health, By his fruits he must sure be tryd, Either condemnd or justifyd.
Againe, a man is like a Vine, That from the earth doth flourish fine, Adornd with natures ornament, With store of Grapes to give content. But with a knife, or such a thing, The Vine is soone set a bleeding, And then those Grapes will soone decay, And piningly will wast away. Even so stands the life of man, If that his blood from him be drawne, Then suddenly his life doth yield, And unto death he is compelld. Man flourisheth even like a flower, Which lives and dyes within an houre, He growes perhaps untill his prime, Or he may dye ins budding time. He may chance live till hee is old, And bide the brunt of Winters cold, But then heel lose the smell and shew, And will no more be worth the view. So many men dye in their prime, And some dye in their budding time: But he that lives the longest life, Shall find but sorrow, care, and strife. Mans life is like a ship oth Seas, Which is sometimes as Fortune please, Sometimes in safety, yet not still so, Even as proud Boreas blasts doe blow. When Winds are still and weathers faire, Then Mariners are free from care; But when as stormes make dark the skye, Then must each man his labour plye.
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SO ist with man the selfe same case, His lifes a ship that seas doth trace, And oft is like to goe to wracke When winds and storms doe tacklings crack. We men when sicknesse doth assaile Our bodyes, and makes us looke pale, Then would we doe all things we may, So that our health we might enjoy. But when the Fates on us doe smile, Like Saylers we forget our toyle. We hang out colours for a show, But take them in when stormes doe grow. I may compare a man againe Even like unto a turning raine, That changeth even as doth the wind, Indeed so is mans fickle mind. The mind of man doth often change, Hees apt with every gale to range, He standeth tottering to and fro, Even as his foolish fancies goe. Againe I may mans life compare Like to a bird that flyes ith aire, And suddenly she sees a bayt, Which is to take her with deceit. The bird no sooner is betrayd, But comes me him that the bait layd, And having taken her in his Net, She dyes, and he for more doth bait. Even so is man by cunning caught, When as thereof he hath no thought, He soareth high and feares no fall, Yet then hees in most danger of all. Make tryall of this any one, And you shall find that I have showne A prospect where you may behold The difference in this earthy mold.
This life is fickle, fraile, and vaine, Seeke everlasting life to gaine. All worldly treasures soone decay, And mortall man returnes to clay. Before thou dyest bid pride adieu, Which doth so often shape thee new, Call out for mercy with loud voice, And let her be thy onely choice. If thou have livd in gluttony, Forgetting quite that thou shalt dye, Then quickly charity imbrace, That she may plead well in thy case. If thou by covetousnesse have livd, And hast thy neighbours poore deceivd, Then suddenly restort againe. For feare thou feele hells burning paine. Perchance in wrath thou hast shed blood, Which wrath should alwayes be withstood, Yet arme thee with a patient heart, And never more act such a part. If thou hast envyd at thy brother, Repent with speed, that blacke sinne smother, And let true love be thy delight, Thou mayst depart with life this night. If thou hast slothfull beene, and lewd, Neglecting Gods most holy word, Apply thy selfe most speedily, Redeeme thy time spent idly. If thou lascivious hast beene given; Doe so no more, but pray to heaven, That hateful sinne God may forgive, Chastise thy selfe, repent, and grieve. Thus to conclude, let me intreat All those that heare what I relate, That they seeke heavens grace to find, And alwayes beare an upright mind.
Printed at London for Francis Coules FINIS. R.C.