The vvhole mape of mans life. Or, A true description of the uncertainty of man's frail life, state and ending: very usefull for all people in these times. To be sung with the tune of, I am but young and growing. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06575 of text R186546 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W2057A). 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. 5 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 2017 B06575 Wing W2057A ESTC R186546 52529366 ocm 52529366 179246 2240859308

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06575) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 179246) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2781:13) The vvhole mape of mans life. Or, A true description of the uncertainty of man's frail life, state and ending: very usefull for all people in these times. To be sung with the tune of, I am but young and growing. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [England? : 16--?] Caption title. Printed in two columns. Reproduction of the original in the National Library of Scotland. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. B06575 R186546 (Wing W2057A). civilwar no The vvhole mape of mans life. Or, A true description of the uncertainty of man's frail life, state and ending: very usefull for all people i [no entry] 1650 1 869 8 0 0 0 0 0 92 D The rate of 92 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 Sampled and proofread 2008-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The whole Mape of mans Life . Or A true description of the uneertainty of Man's frail Life , State and Ending : very usefull for all people in these Times . To be sung with the Tune of , I am but Young and Growing . GOd gre●t 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 God's most holy word doth show Daniel foretold this Letter Age , And Pensic forth in Words m●st 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 ionger 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 Semp●e , we must all die . A Viscount , Baron , or a Laird , A Duke , a Marqness , or a Lord ; A Gentleman , or a Squyr by Birth , The poorest Beggar that lives on Earth : Ther 's no respect of persons bad , 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 , Out Souls to Heaven or Hell must hye ; Surely our sins then are forgiven , Or then be depostd 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 l●me , ye● 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 frangers here . Death is to us a Messenger , And when he comes he will not spare ; The Rich , the Poor , the Young , nor Old , Must all perforce consume in Mould . Wert thou so wise as Solomon , Or yet had the strength of Sampson , 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 suddén , 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 homes God send us ther● 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 . FINIS .