To Day a Man, To Morrow
Sir Walter Raleigh.
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To day a man, To morrow
L A D Y,
Together with his advice
HER, and her SONNE.
LONDON, Printed for R.H.
farewell to his LADY
the night before he was
Together with his advice
shall receive my last words in these my last lines; my love I send you
that you may keepe it when I am dead, and my counsel that you may
it when I am no more. I would not with my will present you sorrows
(dear Besse) let them go to the grave with me, and be buried in
And seeing it is not the will of God that ever I shall see you any more
in this life, beare my destruction gently, and with a heart like your
you all the thanks which my heart can conceive, or my words expresse,
your many troubles and cares taken for me, which though they have not
effect as you wished, yet my debt to you is not lesse, but I shall
recompence it in this world.
you even for the love you bare me living, that you do not hide your
many dayes, but by your travell seek to helpe your miserable fortune,
the right of your poore childe: Your mourning cannot availe me that I
shall understand that my Lands were conveied (bona fide) to my
the writings were drawne at Mid summer twelve-month, as divers can
and I trust that my blood will quench their malice that desire my
and that they will not seek also to kill you and yours with extream
to direct you I know not, for all mine have left me in the true time of
tyall; most sorry I am (as God knoweth) that being thus surprised with
death I can leave you no better estate; I meant you all my Office of
or that I should purchase by selling it, halfe my stuffe and my jewels,
(but some for the boy) but God hath prevented all my determinations;
great God that worketh in all.
But if you
live free from want, care for no more, for the rest is but vanity.
begin betime to repose your selfe on him, therein shall you finde true
and everlasting riches and endlesse comfort: for the rest when you have
travelled and wearied your thoughts over all sorts of worldly
you shall sit downe by sorrow in the end.
also to serve and fear God whilst he is young, that the feare of God
grow up with him, then will God be a husband unto you, and a father
him, a husband and a father that can never be taken from you.
oweth me 1000 l. Arion 600 l. In Iersie also I have
owing me; the arrerages of the wines will pay your debts.
(I beseech you for my soules sake) pay all poore men when I am gone: no
doubt you shall bee sought unto, for the world thinks I was very rich.
of the pretence of men and of their affections, for they last but in
and worthy men: and no greater misery can befall you in this life, then
to become a prey, and after to bee despised: I speake it (God knoweth)
not to disswade you from marriage, for that will be best for you, both
in respect of God and the world.
As for me I
no more yours, nor you mine, death hath cut us asunder, and God hath
me from the world, and you from me: Remember your poore childe for his
fathers sake that comforted you, and loved you in his happiest times,
I sued for
life (But God knowes) it was for you and yours that I desired it: for
it (deare wife) that your sonne is the childe of a true man, and who in
his owne heart despiseth death, and his mishapen and ugly forms.
much: God knoweth how hardly I stole this time when all were asleep,
it is now time to separate my thoughts from the world. Beg my dead body
which living was denyed you, and either lay it in Sherborne or in
Church by my father and mother. I can say no more, time and death call
me away. The everlasting God, infinite, powerfull, and inscrutable God,
That Almighty God which is goodnesse it selfe, mercy it selfe, the true
light and life, keep you and yours, and have mercy upon me.
Teach me to
my persecuters and false accusers, and send me to meet him in his
farewell, God blesse my poore boy, pray for me, my true God hold you
in His Armes.
such is time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our age, and
And payes us but with age
Who in the darke and
When we have wandred all
Shuts up the story of our
earth, the grave, and dust,
raise me vp, I trust.
poore in pensive place obscure
I mean to end my dayes
To waile such woes as
Where none but love shall
finde me out.
gates despair shall linger still
death when love and fortune will.
A Gowne of gray my
My staffe of broken hope
Of late repentance linkt
The couch is fram'd
limbs I lay.
My food shall be of
care and sorrow
My drink nought else but
falne from mine eies,
And for my light in this
The flames may serve
my heart arise.
F I N I S.