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Youths lookinglass vvherein they may behold the frailties and vanities of all things under the sun. Also seasonable admonitions and instructions for every age and qualification of mankind in general.
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YOUTHS LOOKINGLASS VVherein they may behold the Frailties and Vanities of all things under the Sun ALSO Seasonable Admonitions and Instructions for every Age and qualification of Mankind in general Readers who ere you are you here may find Your own conditions if this book you mind Printed for J. Williamson YOUTHS LOOKINGLASS Wherein they may behold the frailtyes and vanities of all things under the Sun c. ONe pleasant Evening in a shady Grove My thoughts being free from business from Love I there could see the trees were flourishing On which the pritty birds did sit and sing And Madam Flora had bedeckt each field With fragrant flowers which did much comfort yield Unto my senses on the other side Making great sport the pretty Lambs I spy'd They leap they run and from their Dams they stray Then back return half tyr'd with their play Well pleas'd with this under a shady tree Whose well spread branches were my Canopy I sate me down considering in what state Of happiness the Almighty did Create Mankind who over all things was made Lord And all things to him comfort do afford Yet for all this poor man must surely dye And leave the world to his posterity The thoughts of which at last my mind did bend To write man's state from 's infancy to 's end First from the Cradle I will contemplate And view the new-born babe who cannot prate Nor sign can make for what it wants but cry Whilst patient Nurse sits singing Lullaby Yet for all that it will not be content Until the Breast affords it nourishment Which having had sleep locks up its sweet eyes And innocently down the infant lies In its first state not knowing what you say But sleeps and frowardly cryes the time away Whilst quiet t is a pritty pleasing thing But when untoward it doth disquiets bring Thus void of sense twelve moneths are dully spent The child no pleasure knows nor Nurse content But time progreding the child grows amain And now some little sense it doth obtain Whilst lying in the lap it laughs and smiles Which pritty charms the mothers heart beguiles It gapes and crows and playes before it stands Grasping the Nurses Bubbies with its hands Playing with the breasts being nourished by sleep The pritty boy at length begins to creep About the house and tumble up and down Thus t is with all though born to great renown Years coming on this pritty wanton fooll At three or four years old is sent to schooll To learn his A B C poor child t is hard That he of so much play must be debar'd At six or seven years old excuse he 'l make If in a fault you chance the Lad to take Ask him who did it straight he cryes not I Observe how soon he 'l learn to tell a lye This proves Original sin in all mankind Since our first Parents did the Apple find At nine or ten he learns to understand His English and the Bible can command His Accidence he has at fingers end And with his Schoolfellow seems to contend For grand precedency in Classick rules And baffles such as are soft headed fooles Then cock a hoop the rest he doth deride Oh who but he thus enters sin of Pride Into the teens being enter'd he grows bold And scorns by every one to be controul'd He 's now asham'd at Push-pin for to play And throws his Cat and Catstick quite away At Nine pins he amongst the biggar crew Consorts himself resolving to pursue Most Man-like Exercises observing how Young men the Maidens Buss and finding now His Nature prompt him that he should do so Ere you can tell whether he 'l have beard or no. Asham'd to venture yet he longs to try But fears the Virgin will a kiss deny And check his offers calling of him boy Saying fy fond Lad you are too young to toy The thought of this makes him a while forbear Until he 's riper by another year About eighteen the youngster thinks of Love And fancy of enjoyment doth him move He casts an Eye upon some sweet fac'd matd And is by Cupid amourously betray'd He courts with all the Rhetorick he can She scornfully denyes the new-grown man His youthful blood most passionately burns He cannot sleep but tosses tumbles turns All night in bed no rest can close his eyes But cryes out Lovely Celia dont despise Thy Lovers sighs and tears grant Love again Oh pitty pitty me and ease my pain Thus is he trapt thus is the youth ensnar'd Grown up to troubles all mankinds reward Having past twenty then perhaps he sees The folly of his earthly vanities Being now full grown in strength he looks about Desirous for to find new glories out By some Archievement of his own saying none Can claim descended Honours for his own Those noble acts my Ancestors have done Are none of mine now they are dead and gone I must find out some way to magnify My Name and act such things as cannot dy T will nothing me avail to hear men tell My Fathers valour none could parallel And I a coward no I have a soul That dares the fury of the Fates controul I le do such deeds in serving of my King That Christendome of my renown shall ring I was not born to sleep in womens arms Nor be deluded by their wanton charms I will out-look their eyes though full of darts They have no power to wound couragious hearts Fond puny mortals may perchance submit And I in Nonage when I wanted wit Was one of those then I could sigh and cry If my proud Mistress did a kiss deny The more I striv'd to humor her the more She slighted me base damn'd imperious whore She captive lead me till more riper years Of bless'd discretion made me asham'd of tears Now rousing up my senses I defy The strongest of their charmes and subtilty Thus speaks the generous youth whilst in his prime And counts fond Love a childish idle crime Trumpets and Drums are now his chief delight They that will honour win must dare to fight The choicest of his youth thus spent and gone Arrivâ—d at thirty or at thirty one He now considers of the time that 's past And what 's to come finding youth will not last He sticks close to his business and keeps home Resolving never more abroad to roam But turns a Statesman politick and good Assisting now by councel not with blood And being happily in marriage ty'd Unto a vertuous well descended Bride Is bless'd with children who about him run To ask him blessing every rising sun Which joyes his heart that he should live to see So sweet an issue for posterity The mother no less joy'd but bears a part And gives her benediction from her heart At forty he consults his interest An hoards up Gold and Silver in his chest He now bethinks that his prime age is gone And childrens marriage time is coming on His daughters must have portions equal to Their
husbands fortunes else Love will not do The Heirs Estate must not divided be But kept intire for his Posterity This makes him look about him and contrive If he their settlements chance to survive How he shall best bestow himself and where Which the best Climate is and sweetest Air. For now at fifty he begins to find His once warm blood to chilness is inclin'd Bloes bore in youth are now to aches turn'd And spirits fainting which with heat once burn'd But scorns as you should call him old as yet He 'l rather strive beyond his strength to get Himself esteem amongst the younger crew He tricks and trims yet all this will not do For sixty comes and bids him now prepare Dayes of thy life but few and Evil are A fainting Traveller a wearied soul Who days mispent with sorrow does controul To give good counsel now he does begin Confessing youthful vanites are sin Age sees oft-times too late what should have been Well weigh'd in youth and then have been foreseen Yet not to make a grand mistake in this To think that Youth and Age suitable is No that would make all man no youth at all We know man has a rise before his fall Our childhood ought not to be counted vain With children childish actions will remain Till riper years give summons to betake Our selves to actions that may happily make Threescore is peevish yet would be thought wise He pleads antiquity and will despise All youthful contradictions mark ye then How dare you prate quoth he young Rascals when My age you do consider what I have done This forty fifty years it is well known Was bravely done not to be held in scorn By beardless boyes that were but lately born I never was no blockhead no not I But spritely from my infancy The very thoughts of my past youthful age How brisk how free how nimble to engage Each Gamster and how well I play'd my part The thoughts of this I say revives my heart And heightens so my senses I could fain Shake off Old Age and once grow young again But man like to a flower which from the earth First springs a little and from thence takes birth Then shoots and slips up higher till at length It s tender stalk begins to gather strength Then Blooming ripe its glory forth doth spread A fragrant blossome from its fruitful head So flourishes a time then snatcht away By Sithe or else do wither and decay Just so it is with Man in every state Whom heavens great King did from the earth create First Infant then a Youth then full grown man Then down the hill he goes do what he can When old age comes this life must be forsaken And man return from whence he first was taken Now he bethinks him of his latter end And vows in prayers his little time to spend And sitting by the fire he does relate Unto his children all his former state What worthy deeds he has done in youthful dayes How that above some others he got praise This to my comfort now at last I find To all I ever bore an honest mind Be valiant now my boyes keep up my name To my renown add everlasting fame Let no vile woman crop your blooming years Believe 'em not though they shed thousand tears But oh the Gout the Palsie shakes me sore Aches and pains do make me cry and roar Thus Time doth handle him for none he stayes But hastens on till man fulfils his dayes Now weary Seaventy drawes upon his head And bids him now prepare himself for bed That manly face once ruddy fresh and clear Is now made pale and wrinkles do appear Strength fails and those strong Nerves which scorn'd to yield That once made death to fly i th open field Are now grown feeble now he 's fain to creep And once strong eyes with rheume now dayly weep One hand on staff another on the wall Must guide him now or else the man must fall He stoops down low and reverence gives to earth From whence mankind derived his first birth Which makes divinest Oracle out plain From dust I came to dust must turn again Now he complains my life is burthensome Oh gentle Death I now intreat thee come Come out I prethee life's untwifted thread All worldly joyes are gone each part is dead This bed of mine is all the world I have Nor can I find out rest till in the grave My sences now decay I childish grow I find no pleasure in this world below My friends do visit me but all in vain Ther 's none can ease me of my cruel pain Vain world adieu my glass is almost run My time will set before the setting Sun Welcome cold death I do not fear to dye My soul is soaring now to Heaven high Thus have I run through man's troubled state From 's infancy unto his latest fate Here is the infant in his swadling clout The pratling boy that now can run about The Lad the Youth the Stripling and the Man who one and twenty now look over can From thence to thirty forty fifty then They are accounted pritty ancient men Then sixty comes and some do seaventy gain But those last dayes are spent in grief and pain Threescore and ten as David doth you tell Shall man's dayes be then to this world farewel A seasonable Admonition to mankind of every Age and every Condition ANd first to youth that 's to discretion grown Let him take heed least he be overthrown By bad examples gaind from riper years And years with Grace not season'd Vice appears More ripe and subtil readier to decoy The imitating too apt beardless boy You that to twenty are arriv'd your prime Take my advice use well your strength and time For oft you find the Ax with fatal stroke Before the shrub cuts down the sturdy Oak You that full thirty years live to enjoy Seek wisdome now and don 't your time destroy With foolish childish actions Time invites That thou should'st bid adieu to Youth's delights At forty let thy care and industry Be to enrich thy home-bred family Taking an honest course to lay up store That none of thine hereafter may be poor The rest of all thy dayes freed from the cares Of this vain world give to thy God in Prayers That he may pardon thy offences all Both actual crimes and sin Original If with a contrite heart and lift up eyes Thou prayest to Heaven he wont thy prayers despise All men must dye but no man knowes the time Some in their infancy same in their prime Some live until they childish grow again But those their latter dayes are grief and pain Then happy 's he that doth make God his friend For such there 's Crowns and Kingdomes in The End