The Four Ages of Man

Anne Bradstreet 1612 (Northampton) – 1672 (Andover)



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     From blood and air, for hot and moist is he.
1.7     The third of fire and choler is compos'd,
1.8     Vindicative, and quarrelsome dispos'd.
1.9     The last, of earth and heavy melancholy,
1.10   Solid, hating all lightness, and all folly.
1.11   Childhood was cloth'd in white, and given to show,
1.12   His spring was intermixed with some snow.
1.13   Upon his head a Garland Nature set:
1.14   Of Daisy, Primrose, and the Violet.
1.15   Such cold mean flowers (as these) blossom betime,
1.16   Before the Sun hath throughly warm'd the clime.
1.17   His hobby striding, did not ride, but run,
1.18   And in his hand an hour-glass new begun,
1.19   In dangers every moment of a fall,
1.20   And when 'tis broke, then ends his life and all.
1.21   But if he held till it have run its last,
1.22   Then may he live till threescore years or past.
1.23   Next, youth came up in gorgeous attire
1.24   (As that fond age, doth most of all desire),
1.25   His Suit of Crimson, and his Scarf of Green.
1.26   In's countenance, his pride quickly was seen.
1.27   Garland of Roses, Pinks, and Gillyflowers
1.28   Seemed to grow on's head (bedew'd with showers).
1.29   His face as fresh, as is Aurora fair,
1.30   When blushing first, she 'gins to red the Air.
1.31   No wooden horse, but one of metal try'd:
1.32   He seems to fly, or swim, and not to ride.
1.33   Then prancing on the Stage, about he wheels;
1.34   But as he went, death waited at his heels.
1.35   The next came up, in a more graver sort,
1.36   As one that cared for a good report.
1.37   His Sword by's side, and choler in his eyes,
1.38   But neither us'd (as yet) for he was wise,
1.39   Of Autumn fruits a basket on his arm,
1.40   His golden rod in's purse, which was his charm.
1.41   And last of all, to act upon this Stage,
1.42   Leaning upon his staff, comes up old age.
1.43   Under his arm a Sheaf of wheat he bore,
1.44   A Harvest of the best: what needs he more?
1.45   In's other hand a glass, ev'n almost run,
1.46   This writ about: This out, then I am done.
1.47   His hoary hairs and grave aspect made way,
1.48   And all gave ear to what he had to say.
1.49   These being met, each in his equipage
1.50   Intend to speak, according to their age,
1.51   But wise Old-age did with all gravity
1.52   To childish childhood give precedency,
1.53   And to the rest, his reason mildly told:
1.54   That he was young, before he grew so old.
1.55   To do as he, the rest full soon assents,
1.56   Their method was that of the Elements,
1.57   That each should tell what of himself he knew,
1.58   Both good and bad, but yet no more then's true.
1.59   With heed now stood, three ages of frail man,
1.60   To hear the child, who crying, thus began.

                                           Childhood.

2.1     Ah me! conceiv'd in sin, and born in sorrow,
2.2     A nothing, here to day, but gone to morrow,
2.3     Whose mean beginning, blushing can't reveal,
2.4     But night and darkness must with shame conceal.
2.5     My mother's breeding sickness, I will spare,
2.6     Her nine months' weary burden not declare.
2.7     To shew her bearing pangs, I should do wrong,
2.8     To tell that pain, which can't be told by tongue.
2.9     With tears into this world I did arrive;
2.10   My mother still did waste, as I did thrive,
2.11   Who yet with love and all alacity,
2.12   Spending was willing to be spent for me.
2.13   With wayward cries, I did disturb her rest,
2.14   Who sought still to appease me with her breast;
2.15   With weary arms, she danc'd, and By, By, sung,
2.16   When wretched I (ungrate) had done the wrong.
2.17   When Infancy was past, my Childishness
2.18   Did act all folly that it could express.
2.19   My silliness did only take delight,
2.20   In that which riper age did scorn and slight,
2.21   In Rattles, Bables, and such toyish stuff.
2.22   My then ambitious thoughts were low enough.
2.23   My high-born soul so straitly was confin'd
2.24   That its own worth it did not know nor mind.
2.25   This little house of flesh did spacious count,
2.26   Through ignorance, all troubles did surmount,
2.27   Yet this advantage had mine ignorance,
2.28   Freedom from Envy and from Arrogance.
2.29   How to be rich, or great, I did not cark,
2.30   A Baro
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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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Stanzas 2
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