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Contempt of Death.

Contempt of Death.

Men seldome wish to die, thogh nev'r so old,
This day of death they doe adjorne, till morrow:
And by them all this fond excuse was told,
(The life is sweete) suppose they liue in sorrow:
Blind, lame, dumb, deaf, sick, poore, and more we see,
Men dam'd wold liue, yet know they needs must die.
My wofull heart must weepe to see such fools,
As th' ould, poore, blind, leame, damd, diseas'd, deaf, dum:
Broght vp and traind in Epicurus schools,
Can not beleeue there is a life to come.
God saies, I haue a Crown of glore to giue thee,
Then call, kill, Crown, for Lord I doe beleeue thee.