j 56.

The Miller.

6o.

The Fools.

My lad! did I the question moot

All things a fool doth, in raano' sight

Of death to thee, would this time suit?

Approved are, fools e'er do right.

E'en did thy life last, would the mill

From Death alone hath no excuse,

Thy eare not need, ne'er standeth still,

No joke awaileth, no abuse.

57-

The Messenger.

6i.

The Uncertainty of death.

Messenger! what news, what do they say?

Though Death we know, his hour ignore:

I too bear news, haste not away.

Know not the victory: know strife sore.

Our letters tell the same I see,

And unto none is known the fate

That thou today a corpse shalt be.

That we each hour of life await.

58.

The Quacksalver.

62.

The Resurrection of death.

I drive the worm ont with the nest,

Upon Ezekiel did light break,

Come buy at once. PROBATUM EST.

And he unto the truth did wake,

Take one thyself, and thou shalt be

How by the Spirit of God, dead men,

From head to foot gnawed, cruelly.

With living flesh, are clothed again.

59-

The Vagabond.

63-

The last Judgement.

I wander all the country o'er;

The Last Judgements dread search and wrath,

What seize I, do I ne'er restore.

From us keen fears of Death draw forth,

My neck's a pledge, and this I may

The Almighty clad in anger's pall.

Now have with my whole life to pay.

For none know how the tree shall fall.