Now flain by Death, who spareth none, MEMENTO MORI. He was of a middle Stature, ftrong and well-fet; of a healthy Conftitution, comely Vifage, inclining to feed, which made him fpare in his Diet, eating little but at Dinner. When his Friends told him, that if he fhould leave off worldly Bufinefs, and retire into Privacy, he would find it a melancholy Sort of Life: He answered; I thank God, my Time never lies upon my Hand; I C can cultivate the little Garden of my Soul, when I have no other Bufinefs; and I have good Books for my Companions. --- I I may with Shame and Sorrow (faith he) look back upon an ill fpent Life; Childhood and Youth, were and and Vanity; my riper Years wer 'mostly spent in carking and caring and feeking after the Profits Pleafures of this World; and I have too much neglected the mai Business, my Duty to God; Lord, I repent; Lord, I believe, help thou my Unbelief; free me from every Weight, and the Sin that doth moft eafily befet me. FINI S. |