Why, silly Man! so much admirest thou Thy present _Fortune_? overvaluing so Thy _Person_, or the beauty of thy _Brow_? And _Cloth’d_, so proudly, wherefore dost thou goe? Why dost thou live in riotous _Excesse_? And _Boast_, as if thy Flesh immortall were? Why dost thou gather so? Why so oppresse? And, o’re thy Fellow-creatures, _Domineere_? Behold this _Emblem_; such a thing was hee Whom this doth represent as now thou art; And, such a Fleshlesse _Raw-bone_ shalt thou bee, Though, yet, thou seeme to act a comelier part. Observe it well; and marke what _Vglinesse_ Stares through the sightlesse _Eye-holes_, from within: Note those leane _Craggs_, and with what _Gastlinesse_, That horrid _Countenance_ doth seeme to grin. Yea, view it well; and having seene the same Plucke downe that _Pride_ which puffs thy heart so high; Of thy _Proportion_ boast not, and (for shame) Repent thee of thy sinfull _Vanity_. And, having learn’d, that, all men must become Such bare _Anatomies_; and, how this _Fate_ No mortall _Powre_, nor _Wit_, can keepe thee from; Live so, that _Death_ may better thy estate. Consider who created thee; and why: Renew thy _Spirit_, ere thy _Flesh_ decayes: More _Pious_ grow; Affect more _Honestie_; And seeke hereafter thy _Creatours_ praise. So though of _Breath_ and _Beauty_ Time deprive thee, New _Life_, with endlesse _Glorie_, _God_ will give thee. _Before thou bring thy =Workes= to Light, Consider on them, in the =Night=._ [Illustration: IN NOCTE CONSILIṼ ILLVSTR. IX. _Book. 1._]