Truth in Fiction Or, Morality in Masquerade. A Collection of Two hundred twenty five Select Fables of Aesop, and other Authors. Done into English Verse. By Edmund Arwaker |
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FABLE XIV. The Old-Man loth to Die:
Or, Consider your Latter-End.
A wretch, that on the World's uneasie Stage
Had acted long, ev'n to decrepit Age;
At the last Scene, thought he too soon had done;
And, when Death call'd him, begg'd he might stay on.
He said, His greatest Bus'ness was to do,
And hop'd the Fates wou'd not surprise him so;
But spare him, that he might Provision make
for that long Journey which he was to take.
Had acted long, ev'n to decrepit Age;
At the last Scene, thought he too soon had done;
And, when Death call'd him, begg'd he might stay on.
He said, His greatest Bus'ness was to do,
And hop'd the Fates wou'd not surprise him so;
But spare him, that he might Provision make
for that long Journey which he was to take.
Death ask'd him why he had that Work deferr'd,
Since he had warn'd him oft' to be prepard.
Since he had warn'd him oft' to be prepard.
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He answer'd, He had never seen his Face,
And hop'd he wou'd allow him Days of Grace.
But Death reply'd; You often saw me near,
My Face in sev'ral Objects did appear;
I have not only your Coævals slain,
'Till but a few, a very few remain;
But Young-Men, Children, New-born Infants too,
And all to caution and admonish you:
All to remind you of your Mortal State,
And that my Coming wou'd be sure, tho' late.
And hop'd he wou'd allow him Days of Grace.
But Death reply'd; You often saw me near,
My Face in sev'ral Objects did appear;
I have not only your Coævals slain,
'Till but a few, a very few remain;
But Young-Men, Children, New-born Infants too,
And all to caution and admonish you:
All to remind you of your Mortal State,
And that my Coming wou'd be sure, tho' late.
When you perceiv'd your Eye-balls sink away,
Your Hearing fail, and ev'ry Sense decay;
When you discern'd your Teeth forsake their Place,
Your wrinkl'd Forehead, and your meagre Face;
Then you my Visage, in your own, might see,
Which ev'ry Day was representing Me.
Your Hearing fail, and ev'ry Sense decay;
When you discern'd your Teeth forsake their Place,
Your wrinkl'd Forehead, and your meagre Face;
Then you my Visage, in your own, might see,
Which ev'ry Day was representing Me.
When you observ'd your Blood begin to freeze,
Your bowing Body, and your bending Knees;
While scarce your feeble Legs your Weight cou'd bear;
Did not these Symptoms tell you I was near?
And can you yet pretend to be surpriz'd?
Then Die, your Folly shou'd be thus chastis'd.
If 'till to-morrow I your Life reprieve,
You 'till to-morrow will deferr to Live:
As you have done, still you, from Day to Day,
Repentance and Amendment will delay.
Your bowing Body, and your bending Knees;
While scarce your feeble Legs your Weight cou'd bear;
Did not these Symptoms tell you I was near?
And can you yet pretend to be surpriz'd?
Then Die, your Folly shou'd be thus chastis'd.
If 'till to-morrow I your Life reprieve,
You 'till to-morrow will deferr to Live:
As you have done, still you, from Day to Day,
Repentance and Amendment will delay.
The MORAL.
‘Since we must Die, but where, is not declar'd,‘We shou'd for Death's Approach be still prepar'd:
‘Our Life's uncertain; Time shou'd so be pass'd,
‘As if each Minute was to be our last:
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‘Our future Joys, or Miseries, depend;
‘They best for Heav'ns reserv'd Abodes prepare,
‘Who, Living, keep their Conversation there.
‘They who in Endless Pleasures wou'd on High
‘For ever Live, to Sin must daily Die.
‘If our Repentance we procrastinate,
‘Our good Desires at last, will be too late.
‘Virtue has got the Start in Life's swift Race,
‘And, to o'ertake her, we must mend our Pace;
‘Else, what we shou'd obtain, we ne'r shall find,
‘While she still keeps before, and we behind.
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