There is no Day, nor minute of the Day, In which, there are not many sent away From _Life_ to _Death_; or, many _drawing-on_, Which, must within a little while, bee gone. You, often, view the _Grave_; you, often, meet The _Buriers_, and the _Mourners_, in the street, Conveying of some Neighbour, to that home, Which must, e’re long, your _dwelling-place_ become. You see the _Race_, of many a youthfull _Sonne_ Is finish’d, e’re his _Father’s_ Course is done; And, that, the hand of _Death_, regardeth neither Sexe, Youth, nor Age; but, mingleth all together. You, many times, in your owne houses, heare The groanes of _Death_, and, view your _Children_, there, Your loving _Parents_, or, beloved _Wives_, To gaspe for breath, and, labour for their _lives_. Nay, you your selves, do sometime find the paines Of _Sicknesse_, in your Bowels, and your Vaines. The _Harbingers_ of _Death_, sometime, begin To take up your whole _Bodie_, for their _Inne_. You beare their heavie _Aches_, on your back; You feele their _twinges_, make your heartstrings crack; And, sometime, lye imprison’d, and halfe dead, With _Age_, or with _Diseases_, on your bed: Yet you deferre your ends; and, still contrive, For temp’rall things; as if you thought to live Sixe _Ages_ longer: or, had quite forgot, That, you, and others, draw one _common-Lot_. But, that, you might not, still, the same forget, This _Emblem_, and this _Motto_, here were set. _Finis Libri tertij._ [Illustration: Decoration] THE THIRD LOTTERIE. 1 The _Wreathes_ of GLORY, you affect, But, _meanes_ to gaine them, you neglect; And, (though in _doing_, you delight) You _doe_ not, alwayes, what is _right_: Nor are you growne, as yet, so wise, To know, to whom the richest _Prize_ Doth appertaine; nor what it is. But, now, you are inform’d of _This_. See, _Emblem_ I. 2 Though you are _weake_, you much may doe, If you will set your _Wits_ thereto. For, meaner _Powres_, than you have had, And, meaner _Wits_, good shift have made, Both to contrive, and compasse that, Which abler men have wondred at. Your _Strength_, and _Wit_, unite, therefore, And, both shall grow improov’d the more. See, _Emb._ II. 3 Perhaps, thou mayst be one of them, Who, Civill _Magistrates_ contemne; And sleighteth, or else, flouteth at The _Ceremonies_ of Estate. That, thou maist, therefore, learne to get, Both better _Manners_, and more _Wit_, The _Sword_, and _Mace_, (by some despiz’d) Is, for thy sake, now _moralliz’d_. See, _Emb._ III. 4