A spiritual spicerie containing sundrie sweet tractates of devotion and piety. By Ri. Brathwait, Esq.

AN ELEGIE OF S^t. Dionysius, a Car∣thusian, of the judgement of death, and the sun∣drie casualties thereof.

TO Earth returnes, whats'ere from Earth had birth; Flower fades, shade vades, what's bred is brought to Earth. Nought judge I long that doubtfull bound can stay, To morrow day may be my onely day. Short is that day to day: which well may be My day, my doome, a fearefull day to me. A fearefull horrid day, when all my store Is clos'd in clay, and I can earne no more. Who thinks his dayes long ('las) he thinks amisse, Nor long nor safe is one whole day of his. In vaine speake I of dayes, dayes not exprest, When not one day nor houre can promise rest.

Thy long liv' d hopes (if so thou like) extend, Yet nought of nought, shall come to nought i'th'end. Thou••ands, ten thousands, thousand thousands were On Earth, now Earth, whose names lye buried here: This onely rests, that each receive his hire, Good works deserve good gifts, ungodly fire. Behold the fearefull judge, thy finall doome! Prepare thy selfe, this dreadfull day will come. Feare then and quake, compose, direct thy mind, Live to dye now, and suffer what's assign'd.