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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 ſummon you away this night
LADY.
What bold attempt is this? Pray let me know
From whence you come, & whither muſt I go
Shall I, who am a Lady, yield or bow
To ſuch a pale-fac'd viſage! Who art thou
DEATH.
Do you not know me? Well I'll tell yon ⟨then⟩
'Tis I that conquer all the ſons of men:
No pitch of honour from my dart is free;
My name is Death, have you not heard of me
LADY.
Yes, I have heard of you, time after time,
But being in the glory of my prime,
I did not think thou wouldſt have call'd ſo ſoon
Why muſt my morning-ſun go down at noon
DEATH.
Talk not of noon, you may as well be mute
This is no time at all for to diſpute;
Your riches, jewels, gold and garments brave
Your houſes, lands, they muſt new maſters have
Tho' thy vain heart to riches was inclin'd,
Yet thou, alas! muſt leave it all behind.
