❧ A good Exhortation to every man what he should do when he goeth to bed and when he riseth.  
To a new Northern tune.  

AT night lie down prepare to have:  
thy sleep, thy death, thy bed, thy grave.  
A rise a wake think that thou hast:  
thy life but lent, thy breath a blast.   

Let not the sluggish sleep,  
close up thy waking eye:  
Until with judgement deep,  
thy daily deeds thou try.   

He which one sin in conscience keepeth,  
when he to quiet goes:  
More venturous is then he which sleeps,  
with twenty mortal foes.   

●herfore at night call unto mind,  
〈…〉 the day hast spent:  
〈…〉 if nought amiss thou find,  
if ought betime repent.   

And since thy bed a pattern is,  
of death and fatal ●earie:  
Bedward it shall not be amiss,,  
thus to record in very.   

The stretching arms, the yawning breath,  
that I to bedward use:  
Are patterns of the pangs of death,  
when life must me refuse.   

The nightly Bell which I hear sound,  
as I am laid in bed:  
Foreshows the Bell which me to ground,  
shall ring when I am dead,   

My bed is like the grave so cold,  
and sleep which shuts mine eye,  
Resembleth death: Clothes which me fold,  
declare the moules so dry.   

The frisking fleas resemble well,  
the wringling worm to me:  
Which with me in the grave shall dwell,  
where I no light shall see.   

The waking Cock that early crows,  
to wear the night away:  
Puts me in mind the trump that blows  
before the later day.   

The splendent Sun whose golden ray,  
no eye can dure to see:  
Declares how in that dreadful day,  
God shall appear to me.   

The rising in the morn likewise,  
When sleepy night is past:  
Puts me in mind how I shall rise  
to judgement at the last.   

I go to bed as to my grave,  
God knoweth when I shall wake:  
But Lord I trust thou wilt me save,  
and me to mercy take.   

Thus will I wake, thus will I sleep,  
thus will I hope to rise:  
Thus will I neither wail nor weep,  
but sing in godly wise.   

Repent, repent you sinners all,  
and call to God for grace:  
That he may grant unto us all,  
in heaven a dwelling place.   
FINIS.   

¶ Imprinted at London for Richard Ballard, and are to be sold at Saint Magnus' corner.