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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A69886	The house of weeping, or, Mans last progress to his long home fully represented in several funeral discourses, with many pertinent ejaculations under each head, to remind us of our mortality and fading state / by John Dunton ...	Dunton, John, 1627 or 8-1676.	1682 (1682)	Wing D2627; ESTC R40149	361,593	708

Night hold a Stone in one of their Feet which falling from them when they fall asleep accuses them of carelesness by the noise The same Birds when they cross the Sea carry Sand in their Throats The Grave-stone taxes Men of Vanity and the dust that covers them The Calf which the Hebrews worshipp'd was a Golden one but reduc'd into Powder Nebuchadnezzar's Image was terrible to behold but broken with the Fall of a Stone The Apples of Sodom are fair to sight but being broken they fall to dust Man swelling in his Pride boasts his Fortune and his Riches yet all his Vanity must be crumbled into Ashes This is the beginning of Humane Pomp and this the end Therefore do what is to be done Eternity is at hand Sect. 9. Man truly Miserable 'T IS hard to say whether Nature be a better Mother to Man or a more cruel Stepdame In the first place one Creature among all the rest she cloaths with the spoils of others The rest she covers variously with Shells Rinds Hides Thorns Wooll Bristles Hair Feathers Scales and Fleeces Frunch and Trees with Bark which sometimes proves a double safe guard against Cold and Heat Only Man she produces naked and throws him upon the bare ground to weep and wail while no other Animal is born to Tears in the very dawn of Life No sooner Man is Born but he becomes a Captive with all his Members ty'd and bound A crying Creature Lord of all the rest Yet there he lyes with Feet and Hands fast Chain'd He begins his Life with Capital punishment only for one fault for being Born What Madness is that in those who from such beginnings as these think themselves Born to Pride The first hope of strength and the first office of time makes him like a four-footed Beast When is Man able to go When to speak When are his Teeth prepar'd for Food How long remain these Symptoms that betray him weak beyond all other Creatures Now so many Diseases so many Remedies as often vanquish'd by new and unknown Diseases We find other Creatures how quickly they perceive their own Natures and presently some swim others walk some fly others creep But Man knows nothing without teaching not so much as to go to speak or feed himself Briefly he does nothing naturally of himself but cry Only to one Creature crying is natural to one Creature Luxury to one Ambition to one Avarice to one Superstition to one an Immense desire of Living Yet is the Life of no Creature more frail the Lust of no Creature is more the fear of none more confus'd nor the fury more vehement Lastly all other Creatures live quietly with their several kinds they congregate together and oppose their Enemies The Lions Fight not with Lions no● do Serpents Serpents bite Nor do the Monsters of the Sea prey but upon various kinds but Man's chiefest Mischiefs proceed from Man himself Sect. 10. VVhat then is Man IF we believe the Ancients Man is the Sport of Fortune the Image of Inconstancy the Mirror of Corruption the Spoil of Time the Slave of Death a walking Sepulcher the Figure of Frailty a thin Shadow a meer Dream a Breathing Carkass a living Death If thou askest Seneca What is Man He will answer A weak frail naked Body naturally unarmed needing the help of others liable to all the Injuries of Fortune the Food of every wild Beast a Victim to the Stronger ●●c If you ask the Sacred Writers Man is the Bait of Worms a Skin full of Dung the Sport of Calamity a Pattern of Imbecility he is a flying Post a sailing Ship a Bird upon the Wing a vanishing Smoak a light Froth a scale of Envy the drop of a Bucket the turn of the Balance a drop of Dew before Morning the Guest of one day a Flower Grass altogether Vanity Dust and Ashes Emptiness and Nothing And yet we little Miserable Animals compile vast Nomenclators full of specious Tities we ambitiously desire great Names and without any prejudice to our Ears we hear the Titles of Magnificent most Illustrious Happy Pious most Potent most August most Invincible the Best the Greatest What can we do more unless we should imitate Sapor King of the Persians in an Epistle which he thus began to Constantine the Emperor Sapor King of Kings Companion of the Stars and Brother to the Sun and Moon to Constantine my Brother wishes Health Or rather let us borrow Names from the Bisnagentian King who was wont to be Saluted the Bridegroom of good Luck the God of great Provinces the King of most Potent Kings Lord of all the Armies of Horse The Master and Teacher of those that understand not how to speak Emperor over three Emperors Conqueror of whatever he saw Preserver of his Conquests whom Eight parts of the World sear a Knight to whom there is none to be compar'd a Vanquisher of every one that boasts in Strength the Hunter of Elephants Lord of the East South North West and Sea All this Peter Irricus relates Are here Titles enough If you please let us add a Series of Eulogies which the Soldan set● before his Epistles in this Order Omnipotent Salmander before Carthage Lord of Jordan Lord of the East Lord of Bethlehem Lord of Paradise Praefect of Hell Supreamest Emperor of Constantinople Lord of the Dry Fig the Lord by whom the Sun and Moon steer their Course Protector of John the first Priest Emperor King of Kings Lord of the Christians Jews Turks the God's Friend In a Style not much unlike to this Solyman wrote to our Caesar To Charles the Fifth always most August Emperor Solyman his Contemporary sprung from the Victorious and most Noble Family of the Ottomans Emperor of Trebizond and Constantinople Lord of the World and Conqueror of the Earth c. What would ye have more O truely Splendid Misery O Ashes and Nothing O Vanity of Vanity Most shameful is that Ignorance when Man forgets himself to be Man Sect. 11. To the Haters of Funerals HEnce therefore not Men but Kites which though most Rapacious and always hungry yet never taste any or prey upon Funeral Diet. You though most curious in other things will hardly be perswaded to touch any thing that smells of the Coffin or of Embalming More grateful to you is any Supper under any Tree than a Banquet under Yew or Cyprus All the Preparations of Libitina you perfectly hate desiring nothing more than utterly to abolish the remembrance of Death But here behold the Delirium that possesses ye when the Sacred Letters clearly admonish us that it is better to go into the House of Mourning than of Feasting But you had rather do any thing else than piously mourn and remember Death But beware that while ye dread a short mourning you are not forced to wait Eternally Sect. 12. Our Life is but a Life of Tears EVery one of us saith Cyprian when he is Born and receiv'd into the Inn of this World begins his Journey