4 8.

The Child.

52.

The Enamoured.

So soon a child is born, its' cry

In haste doth Cupid bend his bow,

Is woe, it's first plaint too a sigh.

Forth draweth Death a sharp arrow.

It's message thus the World doth send,

Cupid doth strike, Death doth excell,

That every hour a life shall end.

And straightway to the ground me fell.

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The Scholar.

53-

The Wedding.

Scholar lay down thine A. B. C.

To rend is there no stronger tie,

Thy letters tell but grief to thee.

Than in the wedded state doth lie;

Thy Father Adam wrote thee so,

None can this bond in sunder break,

When Gods' scourge drove him forth to woe.

Save he who all to nought doth make.

50.

The Bonvivant.

54.

The old Man.

With joyons dance, in toughtless mirth

The young may die in greenest youth,

Close I my life, waste wealth on earth.

Nor can the old live long, in truth.

Death hindereth not my wanton ways,

Will man to ripe old age attain,

But serions at the game doth gaze.

Must keep his life with might and main.

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The Maiden.

55.

The dying Women.

Maid' to the dance I thee invite,

Death contemplated oft have I,

And beg of thee thy garland bright

By day and night, my life long nigh;

Collect thy jewels, child of Eve,

No heed I give him in this hour,

Thy maidenhood alone I leave.

Yet cometh he in all his power.