%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The vvhole Mape of mans Life. / Or A true description of the uneertainty of Min's frail Life, State / and Ending: very usefull for all people in these Times. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1641-1641 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/15/2014 34234

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R186546 GOd grent me Lord for to begin, / Mins life to try loadned with sin: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 14 The vvhole Mape of mans Life. / Or A true description of the uneertainty of Min's frail Life, State / and Ending: very usefull for all people in these Times. The whole Map of man's Life. Or A true description of the uncertainty of Man's frail Life, State and Ending: very useful for all people in these Times. 1641-1641

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GOd great me Lord for to begin, Mans life to try loadned with sin: How weak and frail our lives we spend And never thinks upon our end. The golden world is past and gone, Before this age the flood was kown, And since the Flood in Noah's time, The Silver Age were in her prime. Then Men were wondrous wight and strong For in that Age men lived long; As Abraham, Methusalem, and Noah Which Gods most holy word doth show Daniel foretold this Letter Age, And Pens it forth in Words most sage; The world from Silver is turn'd to Brass From Brass to Iron shall they pass. And then from Dross to Dust and Clay, Worse and worse from day to day; They shall grow weak and not endure Our lives unconstant and unsure, Conceiv'd in sin, and iniquity, Born we are to misery, Subject to gripping Grief and Pain, In Care and Wo we do remain. Sickness and sorrow still we find, Diseas'd in Body, Distrest in Mind, Plung'd in this Gulf,, and lack of Lust, Forgetting we must come to Dust. Some remember seldom or never, That from this life we must dissever, And when no longer they can live, Cryes Lord Jesus our sins relive. O Man in thy prosperity, weigh with thy self adversity, Remembr Man what thou hast been, And what thou hast heard, known, or seen, Were thou a King or Emperour, Or yet a bloody Conquerour; A Noble, or Ignoble, of what dgree, Gentle or Semple, we must all die. A Viscount, Baron, or a Laird, A Duke, a Marquess, or a Lord; A Gentleman, or a Squyr by Birth, The poorest Beggar that lives on Earth: Ther's no respect of persons had, With Death who kills both good and bad The proud, the meek, the sick, the whole In Mould consumed must be all. Throughout the whole Circle of Earh's Glob, Every place is his abode, He is no Serjant takes no Fee, No Gifts no Bribes, will set thee free.
No pleading, playing, or yet request; will ransom thee, if he arrest: Our Bodies in the Grave must lye, Our Souls to Heaven or Hell must hye: Surely our sins then are forgiven, Or then be depos'd of Heaven; But if we be hurl'd down to Hell, Our Pangs and Plagues, no tongue can tell Then have a care and good heed take; That thou thy filthy sins forsake, Pleasures are vain we daily see, Remember then that thou must die, Live ye to thirty or fourty three, Fifty is the most and then we die; Though in Years we wax, yet do we wain And to Childishness returns again: Perhaps grows blind or deaff, Weak, crooked, or lame, yea on the Earth We can hardly either stand or go, Such misery man's born unto. Learn not to live, but learn to die, And think thy ending day draws n[?]e, Remember death but do not fear, Most sure it is, we're srangers here. Death is to us a Messenger, And when he comes he will not spare; The Rich, the Poor, the Youngs nor Old, Must all perforce consume in Mould. Wert thou so wise as Solomon, Or yet had the strength of Sampsons The carved work, or Cresus store, Or Lazarus-like to live so poor; Or Dives like, to trust in wealth, Fond fool thou dost deceive thy self, Trust in the Lord, for Mercy cry, Remember man that thou must dye; How soon, how sudden, where, and when? It is unknown to mortal men; Whether by night, or yet by day, When Death doth come there's no delay But fast away we all must pass, Like fading flowers, and withering grass Pilgrims all remain we here, Heaven is our home, God send us there Now since we know sure what we are. Let us Repentance then prepare Here is no present help for us. But our dear Saviour of Bliss. Forgive us Lord, who art above, And love us with thy tender Love; That we thy Servants still may be, To serve Thee to Eternitie.
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