The AGE of MAN,
Displayed in the several CHANGES of
HUMAN LIFE.

IN prime of years, when I was young,
I took delight in youthful toys;
Not knowing then what did belong
Unto the pleafures of those days.
At seven years old I was a child,
And subject was to be beguil'd.

At two times seven I go learn
What discipline was taught at school:
Then good from evil I could discern,
I thought myself no more a child:
My parents were contriving then
How I might live when I was a man.

At three times feven I waxed wild,
And manhood led me to be bold;
I thought myself no more a child,

My own conceit it me so told :
Then did I venture far and near,
To buy delight at a price full dear.

At four times seven I muſt take a wife,
And leave off all my wanton ways:
Thinking thereby perhaps to thrive,
And fave myſelf from all difgrace :
So farewel now, my companions all,
For another buſinſs doth me call.

At five times seven I muſt ſtrive hard,
What I could gain by art or ſkill;
But ill againſt the ſtream I ſtrove,
And bowi'd up ſtones againſt the hill:
The more I labour'd with might and main,
The more I ſtrove againſt the ſtream.

At fix times seven all covetouſs
Began to harbour in my breast;
My mind then fill contriving was,
How I might gain this worldly wealth :
To purchase lands, and live on them,
To make my children mighty men.

At seven times seven all wordly care
Began to harbour in my brain ?
Then I did drink a hearty drought
Of water of experience plain :
There was none to ready then as I,
To purchase bargains, to fell or buy.

At eight times feven I waxed old,
And took myſelf unto my reſt;
My neighbours then did my council crave,
And I was held in great requeſt :
But age did ſo abate my strengthe,
That I was forced to yield at length.

At nine times seven I muſt take my leave
Of all my former vain delight;
And then full fore it did me grieve,
I fetched many a heavy ſigh,
To rife up early and fit up late,
I was no longer fit, my ſtrength did abate.

At ten times seven my glaſs was run,
And I poor filly man muſt die;
I looked up and faw the ſun
Had overcome the crystal ſky :
And now I muſt this world forſake,
And another man my place muſt take.

Now you may fee, as in a glaſs,
The whole eſtate of mortal man;
How they from feven to feven do pafs,
Until they are threeſcore and ten.
And when their glaſs is fully run,
They muſt leave off, where they firſt beguile.

Printed and Sold at the Printing-Office i
Bow-Church-Row.

Barbara Allen's CRUELTY:

OR THE

YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY.

WITH

Barbara Allen's Lamentation for her Unkindneſs
to her Lover, and her ownſelf.

Licensed and Entered according to Order.

IN *Scarlet* Town where I was bour d;
There was a fair Maid dwelling,
Whom I had choos'd to be my owr,
Her name was *Barbara Allen*.

All in the merry Month of May,
When green leaves were a springing
This young Man on his Death-bed lay,
For love of *Barbara Allen*.

He ſent his Man unto her then,
To Town where he was dwelling,
You muſt come to my Maſter dear,
If you be *Barbara Allen*.

For Death is painted in his Face,
Sorrows in him are dwelling ;
Thou muſt come to my Maſter dear,
If you be *Barbara Allen*.

If Death be painted in his Face,
And Sorrows in him dwelling ;
Then little better ſhall he be,
For bonny *Barbara Allen*.

So flowly, flowly, ſhe came to him,
So flowly ſhe came to him,
And all ſhe faid when ſhe came there,
Young Man I think you're dying.

He turned his Face unto her then,
If you be *Barbara Allen* ;
My Dear, faid he, come pity me,
On my Death-bed I'm lying.

If on your Death-bed you be lying,
What's that to *Barbara Allen* ;
I cannot keep you from grim Death,
So farewel *Barbara Allen*.

He turn'd his Face unto the Wall,
And Death came creeping to him,
Adieu, adieu, and adieu to all,
Adieu to *Barbara Allen*.

And as ſhe was walking one Day,
She heard the Bells a singing,
And they did seem to ring to her,
Unworthy *Barbara Allen*.

She turn'd herſelf round about,
And ſpy'd the Corpſe a coming,
Lay down, lay down the corpſe, ſhe ſaid
That I may look upon him.

And all the while ſhe looked on,
So loudly ſhe lay laughing;
While all her Friends crv'd out amain,
Unwoſt hy *Barbara Allen*.

When he was dead and laid in grave,
Then Death came creeping to her.
Oh Mother! Mother! make my Bed,
His Death doth quite undo me.

Hard hearted Creature that I was,
To flight one that lov'd dearly;
I wifl I'd been more kind to him,
In Time of his Life when near me.

So this maid at laſt he did die,
Who would be buried by him ;
Repented herſelf before he dy'd,
That e'er he did deny him.

As he was lying down to die,
A ſad ſeu'd then he ſell in;
She ſaid, I pray take warning by
Hard hearted *Barbara Allen*.

Newcastle: Printed in this present Year.