# Death & the Lady

She that liveth in pleasure, is dead while the
liveth... J. Tim. 6.

Dust thou art, & unto dust thall thou
RETURN.
Gen. III.

Vanity of Vanities, all is Vanity...

Then shall the dust return as it was, and the
spirit unto God who gave it...

I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and
to the house appointed for all living.
Job. XXX.

O that they would consider their latter ends:
Deut. XXX.

They shall lie down alike in the dust, and
the worms shall cover them...

For what is your life? It is even as a
pour, that appeareth for a little time
and then vanilheth away.
James. IV.

I have said to corruption, thou art my father: to the worm, thou art my mother and sister...

Tremble ye women that are at safe...

Because the Daughters of Zion are haughty, and walk with wanton eyes, the Lord will take away their ornaments, and instead of sweet smell, there shall be ateneh.
Isaiah. 3.

Fear it is deceitful, and beauty vain...

One night Corinnan was all gaiety in her spirit,
all finery in her apparition, at a magnific-
cant ball: the next night the lay
au extended corpse, and
ready to be minelied
with the would-
string dead,
Hersey's Med.

Life, how short! Eternity, how long !

In the midst of life weare in death
mournful Prayer.

heard a voice from heaven faying
unto me, Write, from henceforth
blessed are the dead which die in
the Lord...

London,
Printed by J. C.eph, G. & C.
Lond. Court.

## Death and the Lady:

DEATH. FAIR Lady, lay your costly robes aside,
No longer may you glory in your pride;
Take leave of all your carnal vain delight,
I'm come to summons you away this night.

LADY. What bold attempt is this? pray let me know
From whence you come, and whether I must go;
Shall I, who am a lady, stoop or bow,
To such a pale-faced visage! Who art thou?

DEATH. Do you not know me? I will tell thee, then
Tis I that conquer all the sons of men,
No pitch of honor from my dart is free,
My name is Death: Have you not heard of me?

LADY. Yes, I have heard of thee time after time,
But being in the glory of my prime,
I did not think you would have come so soon,
Why must my morning sun go down at noon?

DEATH. Talk not of noon, you may as well be mule,
This is no time at all for gold and jewels bright,
Your riches, garments, and jewels bright,
Your houses and lands must on new owners light.

LADY. My heart is cold, it trembles at the news,
There's bags of gold, if you will me excuse;
And seize on those (so finish thou the strike),
Who wretched are, and weary of their life.

Are there not many bound in prison strong,
In bitter grief and woe who've languish'd long,
Who could but find a grave a place of rest,
From all the grief with which they are oppress'd.

Besides there's many with a hoary head,
And palsied joints from whom all joys are fled,
Release them there, whose sorrows are so great,
But spare my life to have a longer date.

DEATH. Tho' thy vain heart to riches is inclin'd,
Yet they must die, and then they all behind;
I come to none before their warrant's seal'd,
And when it is they must submit and yield.

Tho' some by age be full of grief and pain,
Till their appointed time they must remain;
I take no bribe, believe me, this is true,
Prepare yourself to go; I'm come for you,

LADY. But if, O if you could for me obtain
My freedom, and a longer life to reign?
Fain would I stay, if your life would spare me,
I have a daughter, beautiful and fair.

Wish to see her wed, whom I adore,
Grant me but this—and I will ask no more.

DEATH. This is a sadder, frivolous excuse,
I have you fast, and, will not let you loose.

Leave her to Providence, for you must go
Along with me, whether you will or no.
If Death commands the King to leave his crown,
He at my feet must lay his accepte down.

Then if to Kings I don't this favor give,
But cut them off, can you expect to live
Beyond the limit of your time and space,
No,—I must send you to another place.

LADY. You learned doctors now express your skill,
And let not Death of me obtain his will.
Prepare your cordials, let me comfort find,
My gold shall fly like chaff before the wind.

DEATH. Forbear to call, their skill will never do
They are but mortals here as well as you,
I give the fatal wound, my dart is sure,
'Tis far beyond the doctor's skill to cure.
How freely can you let your riches fly,
To purchase life, rather than to die;
But while you flourish here, with all your store,
You would not give one penny to the poor.

Thou' in God's name their suit to you they make,
You would not spare one penny for his saké:
My Lord beheld wherein you did amiss,
And calls you hence to give account of this.

DEATH. O heavy news! must I no longer say,
How shall I stand at the great Judgment Day?
Down from her eyes the chrysalte tears did flow,
She said, None knows what I do undergo.

Upon my bed of sorrow here I lie,
My selfish life makes me afraid to die;
My sins are great, manifold, and foul,
Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on my soul.

And now I do deserve thy righteousrown,
Yet pardon, Lord, and pour a blessing down,
Then with a dying sigh thy heart break down,
And did the pleasures of this world forsake.

Thus may we see the mighty rise and fall,
For gruel Death shews no respect at all,
To those of either high or low degree,
The great submit to Death as well as we.

The' they are gay, their life is but a span.
A lamp of clay, so vile a creature's man,
Then happy those whom Christ has made his care,
Who die in the Lord, and ever happy are.

The grave's the market-place where all must meet,
Ball rich and poor, both small and great;
If life were merchandize that gold could buy,
The rich would Live, the poor alone would D