The vanity of vain glory. With good advice to those who chuse immediate pleasures here, that they no longer can refuse, the thing which cost so dear. Tuue [sic], The gloryes of our birth and state.

THE Vanity of Vain Glory . With good Advice to those who chuse Immediate pleasures here , That they no longer can refuse , The thing which cost so dear . Tune , The Gloryes of our birth and State .

THe gloryes of our birth and state , are shaddows notsubstantial things There is no armour against our fate death layes his Icy hands on kings ▪ Scepter and Crown must tumble down and in the dust be equall laid , With a poor crooked sigh and spade . Some men with swords do reap the field and plant fresh Lawrels where they kill , But their strong nerues at length must yield they tame but one another still , Early or late all bend to fate & must yield up their murmouring breath ●hilst the pale Captive bleeds to death . The garland withers on your brow then boast no more your mighty déeds For on deaths purple Alter now see how the victor victored bléeds , All heads must come to the cold tomb only the Actions of the just Smells sweet and blossoms in the dust . All things in this poor life are vain then for a change let us prepare , We must swim through a sea of pain before we reach that Heaven , where There 's joyes in store for evermore , and we shall be for ever blest , From toile and labour then to rest . THen never cease to run that race which leads to everlasting bliss , Amongst the saints to take a place oh ! what encouragement is this , Who would refuse that way to choose which leads to blest eternity , From pains and sorrows to be free . While in this life to some so sweet all kind of wickedness abound , And with such crosses we do meet as all our comforts do confound , There you shall be from passion free and hear no mournings nor complaints But praises sing amongst the saints . Infinite joys shall them attend who at that Haven do arrive , Where God himself shall be their friend and nothing ever shall deprive Them of that bliss , which they must miss who will not leave their vanity , But glory in debauchery That path which to destruction leads and loads the soul with heaps of sin , To many men more pleasure breeds , and they are more delighted in , Then that which brings all blessed things eternal joy and endless peace , Where bliss abounds and pains do cease . But mortal men are always prone their present pleasures for to chuse , Eternal joyes they let alone and thus by sin they 'r soul abuse What pitty 't is that men should miss that happiness which cost so dear , For momentary pleasures here . Learn to be wise fond man in time while 't is to day , your sins repent You may be cut off in your prime and then too late you may lament , In time return for fear you burn and in the lake of torments fry Whose flames will burn perpetually .