Take time, while time is being an exhortation to all sorts or sexes, of what degree soever, from the highest to the lowest, old or young, rich or poore. To the tune of, The ladies daughter of Paris. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A13789 of text S101991 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 24087). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A13789 STC 24087 ESTC S101991 99837794 99837794 2137 2240900517

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A13789) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 2137) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1039:21) Take time, while time is being an exhortation to all sorts or sexes, of what degree soever, from the highest to the lowest, old or young, rich or poore. To the tune of, The ladies daughter of Paris. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. printed by M. P[arsons] for H. Gosson, dwelling vpon London-bridge, neere the Gate, London : [1638?] Verse - "Oh stay a while you lusty lads,". Printer's name and publication date from STC. In two parts; woodcuts at head of each part. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo Take time, while time is: being an exhortation to all sorts or sexes, of what degree soever, from the highest to the lowest, old or young, rich or poo [no entry] 1638 2 939 2 0 0 0 0 0 21.3 C The rate of 21.3 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-10 Sampled and proofread 2007-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Take Time , while Time is : Being an Exhortation to all sorts or Sexes , of what Degree soever , from the Highest to the Lowest , Old or Young , Rich or Poore . To the Tune of , The Ladies Daughter of Paris .

OH stay a while you lusty Lads , that seeme to skip and mount , From me your aged Patron , although you make no count Of Father , Mother ▪ kith or kin , what ever they d●t say , You snuffe and snort when they correct , you flie and will not stay . Oh stay , I say , and learne of me a Lesson by the way : You are vnfit for any vse , seeing you 'l not obey . Behold , I say , the Picture now that here doth stand aboue , And be you warn'd by what I say , if that your selues you loue . To you he offers now himselfe , vntill your thred be spun ; But as he offers , steales away vntill your thred be done . Lay hold on him therefore , I say , and say , I warn'd anew , Lest that be steale away from you , and bid you so adiew . For Time doth stay here for no man , bee 't King , bee 't Prince , bee 't Péere ; He leaues them to what life they will , bee 't ioy , bee 't loue , bee 't feare : Bee 't life or death , I say , or ought that blind Fate doth ordaine , As some in bed asleepe we see , and some in field are slaine . His Glasse that in his hand he holds doth cut off all delay , His Wings that on his backe do sticke , do shew he cannot stay For any that comes after him , be he swarthy or faire ; But he must come and stand before , and take hold of his haire : And when that you haue hold of it , in no case let it goe ; For hauing once forsooke him quite , your footsteps are too slow For to lay hold on him againe , when once that he is past , 〈◊〉 fauours , you must thinke , with you 'l not alwaies last ▪
The second Part , To the same tune .

THe Dyall fixt vpon his Head , most euident doth shew , How fléeting is this mortall life , and Time doth alwayes goe , Although wee not perceiue it mooue , old age doth come at last , And brings diseases on vs all , our liues are but a blast . His Sythe within the other hand , doth shew how he cuts downe The liues of all , from great to small , from Cottage to the Crowne : We are like grasse which soone doth fade , and withereth in an hower , When Time is past , grim Death doth come , and feazeth with his power . The Flowers like to Youthfulnesse , is fragrant , swéet , and fayre , But soone is pluckt , and vanished , as is the smoke in ayre ; The swift wing'd Swallow shewes vs plaine how Time doth fléet away , We Summer haue , and Winter eke , and Time for none will stay . What though thy Father he be rich , and thou be yong in yeares , Thinkst then that God hath no meanes left to blast thy Fathers eares Of Corne , or Cattell , or what else that doth maintaine his fame ? Yea , God hath meanes enough in store for to confound the same . But oh , the mighty number now , that in this Land there be , That doe goe vp to braue London , out of their owne Countrey , And there to sport , and play their fill , they make it all their ioy : Their carefull Parents counsels all , they make of them a toy . But if thou followst on this life , and mean'st therein to lie , Thou shalt be barred from Gods blisse , and damn'd eternally . But be thou ruled by thy friends when Counsell they thee giue , And God shall prosper all thy waies , that thou long daies maist liue . Make much of Time therefore , I say , before that thou bee'st old , Lest that he tell thee to thy teeth , that thou art too too bold , To trust vnto this winged man that stieth on so fast : For if thou car'st not what I say , Repentance comes at last . But now to make an end with you , hoping you know my mind , Concerning this same Picture here , that I haue so defin'd : If that you marke it well , I say , and what therein is meant , I hope you 'l turne your bias round , and of the same repent . And let vs pray vnto our God , to blesse our soueraigne King , Vnder whose happy gouernment , we inioy euery thing That God eu'n of his mercie giues , and downe vpon vs sends : He grant we may be thankfull still , and send vs blessed ends .
FINIS .

London , Printed by M. P. for Henry Gosson , dwelling vpon London-bridge , neere the Gate .