See what, your Emblem hath injoyn'd;
And, still, that Morall, beare in minde:
So, Deaths deform'd and ghastly Shade
Shall, Meanes of Life, to thee, be made.
See, [Emb. VIII.]
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Though you have Wit, and, know it well;
That, rash you are, your Friends can tell;
Yea, Sleepe, and Ease, possesse you so,
That, some doe feare, you'l sottish grow: