%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> To the Right Honourable, The Lord Mayor of the famous City of LONDON, the Ho- / nourable the Sheriffs, Aldermen, Common Council, and all Worthy Citizens of the / same, the Humble Address of Anthony Wildgoos, Workman-Printer: / IN / DIVINE MEDITATIONS / ON / DEATH, / Made upon these Nine WORDS, / Nothing more sure then Death, for all must Die. Wildgoose, Anthony University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1636-1636 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/30/2012 32204

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R39396 MOre wish'd than Wealth, yet that must leave us; / More sweet than Love, that lasts not ever: Nothing more sure then Death, for all must Die. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 133352 To the Right Honourable, The Lord Mayor of the famous City of LONDON, the Ho- / nourable the Sheriffs, Aldermen, Common Council, and all Worthy Citizens of the / same, the Humble Address of Anthony Wildgoos, Workman-Printer: / IN / DIVINE MEDITATIONS / ON / DEATH, / Made upon these Nine WORDS, / Nothing more sure then Death, for all must Die. To the Right Honourable, The Lord Mayor of the famous City of LONDON, the Honourable the Sheriffs, Aldermen, Common Council, and all Worthy Citizens of the same, the Humble Address of Anthony Wildgoos, Workman-Printer: IN DIVINE MEDITATIONS ON DEATH, Made upon these Nine WORDS, Nothing more sure then Death, for all must Die. To the Right Honorable, The Lord Mayor of the famous City of LONDON, the Honorable the Sheriffs, Aldermen, Common Council, and all Worthy Citizens of the same, the Humble Address of Anthony Wildgoos, Workman-Printer: IN DIVINE MEDITATIONS ON DEATH, Made upon these Nine WORDS, Nothing more sure then Death, for all must Die. Wildgoose, Anthony 1636-1636 Anthony Wildgoos

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MOre wishd than Wealth, yet that must leave us; More sweet than Love, that lasts not ever: More dear than Friends, yet theyll deceive us; More fast than Wedlock, yet they sever. The World must end, all things away must fly: Nothing more sure then Death, for all must Dye. Nothing Strength may be obtaind, but twill decay; Beauty may be had, but twill not last: Honour may be got, but twill away; Joys may follow, but these soon are past. For long continuance, its in vain to try. You, and you, and you, and all must Dye. More Love must Die, though rooted in the Heart; Tis, that all things earthly are unstable: Friends are pure friends, yet such friends must part; Tis, that all things (here) are variable. Not two nor one may scape; nor thou, nor I; Nothing more sure then Death, for all must Die. Sure Let the Rich no longer covet Wealth; Let the Proud vail his ambitious Thought; Let the Sound not glory in his Health: Let all yield, since all must come to nought. For long Continuance, its vain to try: Nothing more sure then Death, for all must Dye. Then Took away King Herod in his Pride, Spard not Hercules for all his strength; Struck Great Alexander that he dyd; Long spard Adam, yet he dyd at length. The Beggar and the King, the Low, the High; Nothing more sure then Death, for all must Dye. Death
Scepters, Crowns, Imperial Diadems; All the Beauties that on Earth do live: Pleasures, Treasures, Jewels, costly Jems; All the Glory that the World can give, Death will not spare his Dart, but still reply, You, and you, and you, and all must Dye. For From the highest, to the lowest Degree; Nations, People, Kingdoms, Countries, Lands, In the Earth, or Air, or Sea, that be, Must yield up to his all-conquering Hands: He wounds them all with an Impartial Eye: Nothing more sure then Death, for all must Die. All All then Die; then all must think on Death: All things vanish? Sun, and Moon, and Stars? Every single Creature yield his Breath? All things cease, our Joys, Delights, our Cares? Yes, All with an united voice do cry, Nothing more sure then Death, for all must Die. Must Let us then, but let us Die in peace; To our Sins, that dying we may live: To the World, that Grace may more increase; Here, to live with him that life doth give, Die, die we must; let Wealth and Pleasures lie, Nothing more sure then Death, for all must Die. Die Man the first Garden-Flower in Eden faded; Man the first Building, the first Babel provd; Man the first raisd, was Man the first degraded; Man was first shook, that might have livd unmovd. Deaths breath or Flowers and Towers hath like Commanding; His Hand pulld down, Man raisd, shook Man firm-standing.
FINIS. LONDON, Printed for Anthony Wildgoos, dwelling within Cripple-Gate, near Lambs Chappel Gate.