Death's uncontrollable summons; or, The mortality of mankind. Being a dialogue between death and a young-man. To the tune of, My bleeding heart. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B02892 of text R215467 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing D505). 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. 3 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 B02892 Wing D505 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[103] 99884495 ocm99884495 183296 2240890826

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B02892) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183296) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[87]) Death's uncontrollable summons; or, The mortality of mankind. Being a dialogue between death and a young-man. To the tune of, My bleeding heart. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner., [London] : [1685] Verse: "In slumber and sleep my senses fail'd ..." Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Death -- Early works to 1800. Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo Death's uncontrollable summons; or, The mortality of mankind. Being a dialogue between death and a young-man. To the tune of, My bleeding heart. anon 1685 1 491 6 0 0 0 0 0 122.2 F The rate of 122.2 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-06 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2010-01 Sampled and proofread 2010-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Death's Uncontrollable Summons ; OR , The Mortality of MANKIND . Being a Dialogue between DEATH and a YOUNG-MAN . To the Tune of , My Bleeding Heart .

●N slumber and Sleep my senses fail'd , hey ho , hey ho , then slept I ; ●he bright Sun rais'd a mist withall , 〈◊〉 eclipsed in the darksome Sky . ●n antient Father stood by me , hey ho , hey ho , hollow eyes , 〈◊〉 foul deformed Wight was he I thought my youth did him despite . ●is Cloak was green his head was gray , hey ho , hey ho , silver hair , His Face was pale as any clay his Countenance made me much to fear . Amazed at the suddain sight , hey ho , hey ho , youthful boy ; I stood as one amazed quite , hey ho , hey ho , dismal day , Father , quoth I , tell me your name , hey ho , hy ho , tell me true , I pray you tell to me the same , my joynts do tremble at thy view Young Youth , quoth he , I tell to thee hey ho , hey ho , thy thred is spun ; My name is Death , I come for thee hey ho , hey ho , thy Glass is run . For me sweet Death I hope not so ; hey ho , hey ho , I am young ; Let me be old before I go , alass ! my time hath not been long . I have this worldly wealth at will , hey ho , hey ho , ask and have , Let me enjoy those Pleasures still , oh my Soul abhors the Grave . I scorn thy Treasure and thy Pelf , hey ho , hey ho , haste away , Thy goods shall perish with thy self , 't is not thy Wealth , my stroak shall stay . Oh Death ! what will my true Love say ? hey ho , hey ho , shee 'l complain On thee , for taking me away ; sweet Death with her let me remain . I tell thee yet , thou strivest in vain , hey ho , hey ho , go 't is time ; Thy vital thread is cut in twain , oh hark and hear the dulsome Chyme . Then woe is me ! I must be gone , hey ho , hey ho , my heart , My Worlds delight and all is gone , there was never man so loath to parts . Mark well my Fall you youthful Buds ; hey ho , hey ho , view my Fall , My Pleasures , Plenty Life and Goods , hey ho , hey ho , Death ends all .

Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner .