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| | Life is a frost of cold felicitie, |
| And death a thaw of all our miserie. |
LIFE is a wandring course to doubtfull rest; | |
| Life is but losse, where death is counted gaine: | |
| When vertue’s daies doe end, they are not done, | |
| But liue too liues where others haue but one. | |
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| The death of sinne is life vnto the soule; | 5 |
| Man’s life still endeth with the end of life: | |
| In vanitie of life and wandring wayes | |
| The wicked run, and weare out all their daies. * * * * * | |
| The longer life, the greater is our guilt; | |
| Life must with life, and blood with blood be paid. | 10 |
| Hate not thy life, but loathe captiuitie, | |
| Where rests no hope to purchase victorie. | |
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| Men must haue griefe so long as life remaines; | |
| Life is not that which should be much desir’d: | |
| We often see, who on a king relyes, | 15 |
| Finds death aliue; while liuing yet he dyes. * * * * * | |
| That dead things can giue life we sildome find; | |
| Contrition doth reformed life begin: | |
| To liue, or dye, which of the two is better, | |
| When life is sham’d, and death reproches debter? | 20 |
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| First doe we bud, then blow, next seed, last fall; | |
| We aske death’s aid to end life’s wretchednesse: | |
| God guides man’s life, and when he list to haue it, | |
| Wit, wealth, nor any thing beside can saue it. | |
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| Our life is death, if we doe liue in sinne; | 25 |
| A dying life all kind of death exceeds: | |
| Contented mean estate true life doth giue, | |
| Resting secure, not rising vp to grieue. * * * * * | |
| That life is death, where men do liue alone; | |
| A good life doth beget as good a death: | 30 |
| No wise man likes in such a life to dwell, | |
| Whose waies are strait to heauen, and wide to hell. | |
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| They liue but ill who always thinke to liue: | |
| To men in miserie life seemes too long; | |
| Long life hath commonly long cares annext; | 35 |
| The breath that life maintaines doth finish life. | |
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