<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345172" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Four Ages of Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage,<br>1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age.<br>1.3 The first: son unto Phlegm, grand-child to water,<br>1.4 Unstable, supple, moist, and cold's his Nature.<br>1.5 The second: frolic claims his pedigree;<br>1.6 From blood and air, for hot and moist is he.<br>1.7 The third of fire and choler is compos'd,<br>1.8 Vindicative, and quarrelsome dispos'd.<br>1.9 The last, of earth and heavy melancholy,<br>1.10 Solid, hating all lightness, and all folly.<br>1.11 Childhood was cloth'd in white, and given to show,<br>1.12 His spring was intermixed with some snow.<br>1.13 Upon his head a Garland Nature set:<br>1.14 Of Daisy, Primrose, and the Violet.<br>1.15 Such cold mean flowers (as these) blossom betime,<br>1.16 Before the Sun hath throughly warm'd the clime.<br>1.17 His hobby striding, did not ride, but run,<br>1.18 And in his hand an hour-glass new begun,<br>1.19 In dangers every moment of a fall,<br>1.20 And when 'tis broke, then ends his life and all.<br>1.21 But if he held till it have run its last,<br>1.22 Then may he live till threescore years or past.<br>1.23 Next, youth came up in gorgeous attire<br>1.24 (As that fond age, doth most of all desire),<br>1.25 His Suit of Crimson, and his Scarf of Green.<br>1.26 In's countenance, his pride quickly was seen.<br>1.27 Garland of Roses, Pinks, and Gillyflowers<br>1.28 Seemed to grow on's head (bedew'd with showers).<br>1.29 His face as fresh, as is Aurora fair,<br>1.30 When blushing first, she 'gins to red the Air.<br>1.31 No wooden horse, but one of metal try'd:<br>1.32 He seems to fly, or swim, and not to ride.<br>1.33 Then prancing on the Stage, about he wheels;<br>1.34 But as he went, death waited at his heels.<br>1.35 The next came up, in a more graver sort,<br>1.36 As one that cared for a good report.<br>1.37 His Sword by's side, and choler in his eyes,<br>1.38 But neither us'd (as yet) for he was wise,<br>1.39 Of Autumn fruits a basket on his arm,<br>1.40 His golden rod in's purse, which was his charm.<br>1.41 And last of all, to act upon this Stage,<br>1.42 Leaning upon his staff, comes up old age.<br>1.43 Under his arm a Sheaf of wheat he bore,<br>1.44 A Harvest of the best: what needs he more?<br>1.45 In's other hand a glass, ev'n almost run,<br>1.46 This writ about: This out, then I am done.<br>1.47 His hoary hairs and grave aspect made way,<br>1.48 And all gave ear to what he had to say.<br>1.49 These being met, each in his equipage<br>1.50 Intend to speak, according to their age,<br>1.51 But wise Old-age did with all gravity<br>1.52 To childish childhood give precedency,<br>1.53 And to the rest, his reason mildly told:<br>1.54 That he was young, before he grew so old.<br>1.55 To do as he, the rest full soon assents,<br>1.56 Their method was that of the Elements,<br>1.57 That each should tell what of himself he knew,<br>1.58 Both good and bad, but yet no more then's true.<br>1.59 With heed now stood, three ages of frail man,<br>1.60 To hear the child, who crying, thus began.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Childhood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">2.1 Ah me! conceiv'd in sin, and born in sorrow,<br>2.2 A nothing, here to day, but gone to morrow,<br>2.3 Whose mean beginning, blushing can't reveal,<br>2.4 But night and darkness must with shame conceal.<br>2.5 My mother's breeding sickness, I will spare,<br>2.6 Her nine months' weary burden not declare.<br>2.7 To shew her bearing pangs, I should do wrong,<br>2.8 To tell that pain, which can't be told by tongue.<br>2.9 With tears into this world I did arrive;<br>2.10 My mother still did waste, as I did thrive,<br>2.11 Who yet with love and all alacity,<br>2.12 Spending was willing to be spent for me.<br>2.13 With wayward cries, I did disturb her rest,<br>2.14 Who sought still to appease me with her breast;<br>2.15 With weary arms, she danc'd, and By, By, sung,<br>2.16 When wretched I (ungrate) had done the wrong.<br>2.17 When Infancy was past, my Childishness<br>2.18 Did act all folly that it could express.<br>2.19 My silliness did only take delight,<br>2.20 In that which riper age did scorn and slight,<br>2.21 In Rattles, Bables, and such toyish stuff.<br>2.22 My then ambitious thoughts were low enough.<br>2.23 My high-born soul so straitly was confin'd<br>2.24 That its own worth it did not know nor mind.<br>2.25 This little house of flesh did spacious count,<br>2.26 Through ignorance, all troubles did surmount,<br>2.27 Yet this advantage had mine ignorance,<br>2.28 Freedom from Envy and from Arrogance.<br>2.29 How to be rich, or great, I did not cark,<br>2.30 A Baron or a Duke ne'r made my mark,<br>2.31 Nor studious was, Kings favours how to buy,<br>2.32 With costly presents, or base flattery;<br>2.33 No office coveted, wherein I might<br>2.34 Make strong my self and turn aside weak right.<br>2.35 No malice bare to this or that great Peer,<br>2.36 Nor unto buzzing whisperers gave ear.<br>2.37 I gave no hand, nor vote, for death, of life.<br>2.38 I'd nought to do, 'twixt Prince, and peoples' strife.<br>2.39 No Statist I: nor Marti'list i' th' field.<br>2.40 Where e're I went, mine innocence was shield.<br>2.41 My quarrels, not for Diadems, did rise,<br>2.42 But for an Apple, Plumb, or some such prize.<br>2.43 My strokes did cause no death, nor wounds, nor scars.<br>2.44 My little wrath did cease soon as my wars.<br>2.45 My duel was no challenge, nor did seek.<br>2.46 My foe should weltering, with his bowels reek.<br>2.47 I had no Suits at law, neighbours to vex,<br>2.48 Nor evidence for land did me perplex.<br>2.49 I fear'd no storms, nor all the winds that blows.<br>2.50 I had no ships at Sea, no fraughts to loose.<br>2.51 I fear'd no drought, nor wet; I had no crop,<br>2.52 Nor yet on future things did place my hope.<br>2.53 This was mine innocence, but oh the seeds<br>2.54 Lay raked up of all the cursed weeds,<br>2.55 Which sprouted forth in my insuing age,<br>2.56 As he can tell, that next comes on the stage.<br>2.57 But yet me let me relate, before I go,<br>2.58 The sins and dangers I am subject to:<br>2.59 From birth stained, with Adam's sinful fact,<br>2.60 From thence I 'gan to sin, as soon as act;<br>2.61 A perverse will, a love to what's forbid;<br>2.62 A serpent's sting in pleasing face lay hid;<br>2.63 A lying tongue as soon as it could speak<br>2.64 And fifth Commandment do daily break;<br>2.65 Oft stubborn, peevish, sullen, pout, and cry;<br>2.66 Then nought can please, and yet I know not why.<br>2.67 As many was my sins, so dangers too,<br>2.68 For sin brings sorrow, sickness, death, and woe,<br>2.69 And though I miss the tossings of the mind,<br>2.70 Yet griefs in my frail flesh I still do find.<br>2.71 What gripes of wind, mine infancy did pain?<br>2.72 What tortures I, in breeding teeth sustain?<br>2.73 What crudities my cold stomach hath bred?<br>2.74 Whence vomits, worms, and flux have issued?<br>2.75 What breaches, knocks, and falls I daily have?<br>2.76 And some perhaps, I carry to my grave.<br>2.77 Sometimes in fire, sometimes in water fall:<br>2.78 Strangely preserv'd, yet mind it not at all.<br>2.79 At home, abroad, my danger's manifold<br>2.80 That wonder 'tis, my glass till now doth hold.<br>2.81 I've done: unto my elders I give way,<br>2.82 For 'tis but little that a child can say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Youth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>3.1 My goodly clothing and beauteous skin<br>3.2 Declare some greater riches are within,<br>3.3 But what is best I'll first present to view,<br>3.4 And then the worst, in a more ugly hue,<br>3.5 For thus to do we on this Stage assemble,<br>3.6 Then let not him, which hath most craft dissemble.<br>3.7 Mine education, and my learning's such,<br>3.8 As might my self, and others, profit much:<br>3.9 With nurture trained up in virtue's Schools;<br>3.10 Of Science, Arts, and Tongues, I know the rules;<br>3.11 The manners of the Court, I likewise know,<br>3.12 Nor ignorant what they in Country do.<br>3.13 The brave attempts of valiant Knights I prize<br>3.14 That dare climb Battlements, rear'd to the skies.<br>3.15 The snorting Horse, the Trumpet, Drum I like,<br>3.16 The glist'ring Sword, and well advanced Pike.<br>3.17 I cannot lie in trench before a Town,<br>3.18 Nor wait til good advice our hopes do crown.<br>3.19 I scorn the heavy Corslet, Musket-proof;<br>3.20 I fly to catch the Bullet that's aloof.<br>3.21 Though thus in field, at home, to all most kind,<br>3.22 So affable that I do suit each mind,<br>3.23 I can insinuate into the breast<br>3.24 And by my mirth can raise the heart deprest.<br>3.25 Sweet Music rapteth my harmonious Soul,<br>3.26 And elevates my thoughts above the Pole.<br>3.27 My wit, my bounty, and my courtesy<br>3.28 Makes all to place their future hopes on me.<br>3.29 This is my best, but youth (is known) alas,<br>3.30 To be as wild as is the snuffing Ass,<br>3.31 As vain as froth, as vanity can be,<br>3.32 That who would see vain man may look on me:<br>3.33 My gifts abus'd, my education lost,<br>3.34 My woful Parents' longing hopes all crost;<br>3.35 My wit evaporates in merriment;<br>3.36 My valour in some beastly quarrel's spent;<br>3.37 Martial deeds I love not, 'cause they're virtuous,<br>3.38 But doing so, might seem magnanimous.<br>3.39 My Lust doth hurry me to all that's ill,<br>3.40 I know no Law, nor reason, but my will;<br>3.41 Sometimes lay wait to take a wealthy purse<br>3.42 Or stab the man in's own defence, that's worse.<br>3.43 Sometimes I cheat (unkind) a female Heir<br>3.44 Of all at once, who not so wise, as fair,<br>3.45 Trusteth my loving looks and glozing tongue<br>3.46 Until her friends, treasure, and honour's gone.<br>3.47 Sometimes I sit carousing others' health<br>3.48 Until mine own be gone, my wit, and wealth.<br>3.49 From pipe to pot, from pot to words and blows,<br>3.50 For he that loveth Wine wanteth no woes.<br>3.51 Days, nights, with Ruffins, Roarers, Fiddlers spend,<br>3.52 To all obscenity my ears I bend,<br>3.53 All counsel hate which tends to make me wise,<br>3.54 And dearest friends count for mine enemies.<br>3.55 If any care I take, 'tis to be fine,<br>3.56 For sure my suit more than my virtues shine.<br>3.57 If any time from company I spare,<br>3.58 'Tis spent in curling, frisling up my hair,<br>3.59 Some young Adonais I do strive to be.<br>3.60 Sardana Pallas now survives in me.<br>3.61 Cards, Dice, and Oaths, concomitant, I love;<br>3.62 To Masques, to Plays, to Taverns still I move;<br>3.63 And in a word, if what I am you'd hear,<br>3.64 Seek out a British, bruitish Cavalier.<br>3.65 Such wretch, such monster am I; but yet more<br>3.66 I want a heart all this for to deplore.<br>3.67 Thus, thus alas! I have mispent my time,<br>3.68 My youth, my best, my strength, my bud, and prime,<br>3.69 Remembring not the dreadful day of Doom,<br>3.70 Nor yet the heavy reckoning for to come,<br>3.71 Though dangers do attend me every hour<br>3.72 And ghastly death oft threats me with her power:<br>3.73 Sometimes by wounds in idle combats taken,<br>3.74 Sometimes by Agues all my body shaken;<br>3.75 Sometimes by Fevers, all my moisture drinking,<br>3.76 My heart lies frying, and my eyes are sinking.<br>3.77 Sometimes the Cough, Stitch, painful Pleurisy,<br>3.78 With sad affrights of death, do menace me.<br>3.79 Sometimes the loathsome Pox my face be-mars<br>3.80 With ugly marks of his eternal scars.<br>3.81 Sometimes the Frenzy strangely mads my Brain<br>3.82 That oft for it in Bedlam I remain.<br>3.83 Too many's my Diseases to recite,<br>3.84 That wonder 'tis I yet behold the light,<br>3.85 That yet my bed in darkness is not made,<br>3.86 And I in black oblivion's den long laid.<br>3.87 Of Marrow full my bones, of Milk my breasts,<br>3.88 Ceas'd by the gripes of Serjeant Death's Arrests:<br>3.89 Thus I have said, and what I've said you see,<br>3.90 Childhood and youth is vain, yea vanity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Middle Age. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>4.1 Childhood and youth forgot, sometimes I've seen,<br>4.2 And now am grown more staid that have been green,<br>4.3 What they have done, the same was done by me:<br>4.4 As was their praise, or shame, so mine must be.<br>4.5 Now age is more, more good ye do expect;<br>4.6 But more my age, the more is my defect.<br>4.7 But what's of worth, your eyes shall first behold,<br>4.8 And then a world of dross among my gold.<br>4.9 When my Wild Oats were sown, and ripe, and mown,<br>4.10 I then receiv'd a harvest of mine own.<br>4.11 My reason, then bad judge, how little hope<br>4.12 Such empty seed should yield a better crop.<br>4.13 I then with both hands graspt the world together,<br>4.14 Thus out of one extreme into another,<br>4.15 But yet laid hold on virtue seemingly:<br>4.16 Who climbs without hold, climbs dangerously.<br>4.17 Be my condition mean, I then take pains<br>4.18 My family to keep, but not for gains.<br>4.19 If rich, I'm urged then to gather more<br>4.20 To bear me out i' th' world and feed the poor;<br>4.21 If a father, then for children must provide,<br>4.22 But if none, then for kindred near ally'd;<br>4.23 If Noble, then mine honour to maintain;<br>4.24 If not, yet wealth, Nobility can gain.<br>4.25 For time, for place, likewise for each relation,<br>4.26 I wanted not my ready allegation.<br>4.27 Yet all my powers for self-ends are not spent,<br>4.28 For hundreds bless me for my bounty sent,<br>4.29 Whose loins I've cloth'd, and bellies I have fed,<br>4.30 With mine own fleece, and with my household bread.<br>4.31 Yea, justice I have done, was I in place,<br>4.32 To cheer the good and wicked to deface.<br>4.33 The proud I crush'd, th'oppressed I set free,<br>4.34 The liars curb'd but nourisht verity.<br>4.35 Was I a pastor, I my flock did feed<br>4.36 And gently lead the lambs, as they had need.<br>4.37 A Captain I, with skill I train'd my band<br>4.38 And shew'd them how in face of foes to stand.<br>4.39 If a Soldier, with speed I did obey<br>4.40 As readily as could my Leader say.<br>4.41 Was I a laborer, I wrought all day<br>4.42 As cheerfully as ere I took my pay.<br>4.43 Thus hath mine age (in all) sometimes done well;<br>4.44 Sometimes mine age (in all) been worse than hell.<br>4.45 In meanness, greatness, riches, poverty<br>4.46 Did toil, did broil; oppress'd, did steal and lie.<br>4.47 Was I as poor as poverty could be,<br>4.48 Then baseness was companion unto me.<br>4.49 Such scum as Hedges and High-ways do yield,<br>4.50 As neither sow, nor reap, nor plant, nor build.<br>4.51 If to Agriculture I was ordain'd,<br>4.52 Great labours, sorrows, crosses I sustain'd.<br>4.53 The early Cock did summon, but in vain,<br>4.54 My wakeful thoughts up to my painful gain.<br>4.55 For restless day and night, I'm robb'd of sleep<br>4.56 By cankered care, who sentinel doth keep.<br>4.57 My weary breast rest from his toil can find,<br>4.58 But if I rest, the more distrest my mind.<br>4.59 If happiness my sordidness hath found,<br>4.60 'Twas in the crop of my manured ground:<br>4.61 My fatted Ox, and my exuberous Cow,<br>4.62 My fleeced Ewe, and ever farrowing Sow.<br>4.63 To greater things I never did aspire,<br>4.64 My dunghill thoughts or hopes could reach no higher.<br>4.65 If to be rich, or great, it was my fate.<br>4.66 How was I broil'd with envy, and with hate?<br>4.67 Greater than was the great'st was my desire,<br>4.68 And greater still, did set my heart on fire.<br>4.69 If honour was the point to which I steer'd,<br>4.70 To run my hull upon disgrace I fear'd,<br>4.71 But by ambitious sails I was so carried<br>4.72 That over flats, and sands, and rocks I hurried,<br>4.73 Opprest, and sunk, and sack'd, all in my way<br>4.74 That did oppose me to my longed bay.<br>4.75 My thirst was higher than Nobility<br>4.76 And oft long'd sore to taste on Royalty,<br>4.77 Whence poison, Pistols, and dread instruments<br>4.78 Have been curst furtherers of mine intents.<br>4.79 Nor Brothers, Nephews, Sons, nor Sires I've spar'd.<br>4.80 When to a Monarchy my way they barr'd,<br>4.81 There set, I rid my self straight out of hand<br>4.82 Of such as might my son, or his withstand,<br>4.83 Then heapt up gold and riches as the clay,<br>4.84 Which others scatter like the dew in May.<br>4.85 Sometimes vain-glory is the only bait<br>4.86 Whereby my empty school is lur'd and caught.<br>4.87 Be I of worth, of learning, or of parts,<br>4.88 I judge I should have room in all men's hearts;<br>4.89 And envy gnaws if any do surmount.<br>4.90 I hate for to be had in small account.<br>4.91 If Bias like, I'm stript unto my skin;<br>4.92 I glory in my wealth I have within.<br>4.93 Thus good, and bad, and what I am, you see,<br>4.94 Now in a word, what my diseases be:<br>4.95 The vexing Stone, in bladder and in reins,<br>4.96 Torments me with intolerable pains;<br>4.97 The windy cholic oft my bowels rend,<br>4.98 To break the darksome prison, where it's penn'd;<br>4.99 The knotty Gout doth sadly torture me,<br>4.100 And the restraining lame Sciatica;<br>4.101 The Quinsy and the Fevers often distaste me,<br>4.102 And the Consumption to the bones doth waste me,<br>4.103 Subject to all Diseases, that's the truth,<br>4.104 Though some more incident to age, or youth;<br>4.105 And to conclude, I may not tedious be,<br>4.106 Man at his best estate is vanity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Old Age. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">5.1 What you have been, ev'n such have I before,<br>5.2 And all you say, say I, and something more.<br>5.3 Babe's innocence, Youth's wildness I have seen,<br>5.4 And in perplexed Middle-age have been,<br>5.5 Sickness, dangers, and anxieties have past,<br>5.6 And on this Stage am come to act my last.<br>5.7 I have been young, and strong, and wise as you<br>5.8 But now, Bis pueri senes is too true.<br>5.9 In every Age I've found much vanity.<br>5.10 An end of all perfection now I see.<br>5.11 It's not my valour, honour, nor my gold,<br>5.12 My ruin'd house, now falling can uphold;<br>5.13 It's not my Learning, Rhetoric, wit so large,<br>5.14 Now hath the power, Death's Warfare, to discharge.<br>5.15 It's not my goodly house, nor bed of down,<br>5.16 That can refresh, or ease, if Conscience frown;<br>5.17 Nor from alliance now can I have hope,<br>5.18 But what I have done well, that is my prop.<br>5.19 He that in youth is godly, wise, and sage<br>5.20 Provides a staff for to support his age.<br>5.21 Great mutations, some joyful, and some sad,<br>5.22 In this short Pilgrimage I oft have had.<br>5.23 Sometimes the Heavens with plenty smil'd on me,<br>5.24 Sometimes, again, rain'd all adversity;<br>5.25 Sometimes in honour, sometimes in disgrace,<br>5.26 Sometime an abject, then again in place:<br>5.27 Such private changes oft mine eyes have seen.<br>5.28 In various times of state I've also been.<br>5.29 I've seen a Kingdom flourish like a tree<br>5.30 When it was rul'd by that Celestial she,<br>5.31 And like a Cedar others so surmount<br>5.32 That but for shrubs they did themselves account.<br>5.33 Then saw I France, and Holland sav'd, Calais won,<br>5.34 And Philip and Albertus half undone.<br>5.35 I saw all peace at home, terror to foes,<br>5.36 But ah, I saw at last those eyes to close,<br>5.37 And then, me thought, the world at noon grew dark<br>5.38 When it had lost that radiant Sun-like spark.<br>5.39 In midst of griefs, I saw some hopes revive<br>5.40 (For 'twas our hopes then kept our hearts alive);<br>5.41 I saw hopes dash't, our forwardness was shent,<br>5.42 And silenc'd we, by Act of Parliament.<br>5.43 I've seen from Rome, an execrable thing,<br>5.44 A plot to blow up Nobles and their King.<br>5.45 I've seen designs at Ree and Cades cross't,<br>5.46 And poor Palatinate for every lost.<br>5.47 I've seen a Prince to live on others' lands,<br>5.48 A Royal one, by alms from Subjects' hands.<br>5.49 I've seen base men, advanc'd to great degree,<br>5.50 And worthy ones, put to extremity,<br>5.51 But not their Prince's love, nor state so high,<br>5.52 Could once reverse, their shameful destiny.<br>5.53 I've seen one stabb'd, another lose his head,<br>5.54 And others fly their Country through their dread.<br>5.55 I've seen, and so have ye, for 'tis but late,<br>5.56 The desolation of a goodly State.<br>5.57 Plotted and acted so that none can tell<br>5.58 Who gave the counsell, but the Prince of hell.<br>5.59 I've seen a land unmoulded with great pain,<br>5.60 But yet may live to see't made up again.<br>5.61 I've seen it shaken, rent, and soak'd in blood,<br>5.62 But out of troubles ye may see much good.<br>5.63 These are no old wives' tales, but this is truth.<br>5.64 We old men love to tell, what's done in youth.<br>5.65 But I return from whence I stept awry;<br>5.66 My memory is short and brain is dry.<br>5.67 My Almond-tree (gray hairs) doth flourish now,<br>5.68 And back, once straight, begins apace to bow.<br>5.69 My grinders now are few, my sight doth fail,<br>5.70 My skin is wrinkled, and my cheeks are pale.<br>5.71 No more rejoice, at music's pleasant noise,<br>5.72 But do awake at the cock's clanging voice.<br>5.73 I cannot scent savours of pleasant meat,<br>5.74 Nor sapors find in what I drink or eat.<br>5.75 My hands and arms, once strong, have lost their might.<br>5.76 I cannot labour, nor I cannot fight:<br>5.77 My comely legs, as nimble as the Roe,<br>5.78 Now stiff and numb, can hardly creep or go.<br>5.79 My heart sometimes as fierce, as Lion bold,<br>5.80 Now trembling, and fearful, sad, and cold.<br>5.81 My golden Bowl and silver Cord, e're long,<br>5.82 Shall both be broke, by wracking death so strong.<br>5.83 I then shall go whence I shall come no more.<br>5.84 Sons, Nephews, leave, my death for to deplore.<br>5.85 In pleasures, and in labours, I have found<br>5.86 That earth can give no consolation sound<br>5.87 To great, to rich, to poor, to young, or old,<br>5.88 To mean, to noble, fearful, or to bold.<br>5.89 From King to beggar, all degrees shall find<br>5.90 But vanity, vexation of the mind.<br>5.91 Yea, knowing much, the pleasant'st life of all<br>5.92 Hath yet amongst that sweet, some bitter gall.<br>5.93 Though reading others' Works doth much refresh,<br>5.94 Yet studying much brings weariness to th' flesh.<br>5.95 My studies, labours, readings all are done,<br>5.96 And my last period can e'en elmost run.<br>5.97 Corruption, my Father, I do call,<br>5.98 Mother, and sisters both; the worms that crawl<br>5.99 In my dark house, such kindred I have store.<br>5.100 There I shall rest till heavens shall be no more;<br>5.101 And when this flesh shall rot and be consum'd,<br>5.102 This body, by this soul, shall be assum'd;<br>5.103 And I shall see with these same very eyes<br>5.104 My strong Redeemer coming in the skies.<br>5.105 Triumph I shall, o're Sin, o're Death, o're Hell,<br>5.106 And in that hope, I bid you all farewell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bradstreet">Anne Bradstreet</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345172" data-title="The Four Ages of Man de Anne Bradstreet" data-description="1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: son unto Phlegm, grand-child to water, 1.4 Unstable, supple, moist, and cold's his Nature. 1.5 The second: frolic claims his pedigree; 1.6..."></div> </div> </div>

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