The whole Mape of man's Life. Or A true description of the uneertainty of Man's frail Life, State and Ending: very useful 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,  
Man's life to try loadened 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 known,  
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 turned 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.  
Conceived in sin, and iniquity,  
Born we are to misery,  
Subject to gripping Grief and Pain,  
In Care and woe we do remain.  
Sickness and sorrow still we find,  
Diseased in Body, distressed in Mind,  
Plunged 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,  
Cries Lord Jesus our sins relive.  
O Man in thy prosperity,  
weigh with thyself adversity,  
Remembr Man what thou haste been,  
And what thou hast heard, known, or seen,  
Were thou a King or Emperor,  
Or yet a bloody conqueror;  
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:  
there'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 sergeant 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 lie,  
Out Souls to Heaven or Hell must hie;  
Surely our sins then are forgiven,  
Or then be depostd of Heaven;  
But if we be hurled 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 forty 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 Samson,  
The carved work, or Croesus' store,  
Or Lazarus-like to live so poor;  
Or Dives like, to trust in wealth,  
Fond fool thou dost deceive thyself,  
Trust in the Lord, for Mercy cry,  
Remember man that thou must die;  
How soon, how sudden, 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 sading 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 eternity.   
FINIS.