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THE WORKS OF CHRISTOPHER DOCK
| He lived a little while, |
| Luxurious in style, |
| And fixed his heart on pleasures |
| That only do beguile. |
| 4. |
| In purple was he clothed, |
| The whiles he lived on earth, |
| Soon vanities were loathed |
| And pride of little worth. |
| Death put an end to gain — |
| He found himself in pain — |
| And from the direst sorrow |
| He ne'er was free again. |
| 5. |
| Then piteous was his wailing |
| To Father Abraham; |
| “O come and help me failing |
| In this tormenting flame — |
| If I could only sip — |
| If Lazarus would drip |
| A little drop of water |
| Upon my parching lip.” |
| 6. |
| No hope to him was given, |
| No answer from the Lord |
| To say that he was living |
| Choose good for his reward. |
| And so, beloved child, |
| Take this for warning mild, |
| Abandon idle living, |
| To good be reconciled. |
| 7. |
| It is a truthful story |
| As Christ Himself does teach, |
| Not simply allegory, |
| Or other idle speech, |
