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  Life's wild ocean, sorrowful and pained, How many voyagers their course perform! This little bark a kinder fate obtained, It reached the harbour ere it met the storm.  undefined  , cruel Death! that dost no good, With thy destructive maggots, Now thou hast cut down Underwood, What shall we do for faggots?  undefined  well, die never: Die well, live for ever.  undefined 

sin could blight, or sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care, The opening buds to Heaven conveyed, And bade them blossom there.  undefined  and thoughtless all my life, Stranger to every source of strife, And deeming each grave sage a fool, The law of Nature was my rule, By which I learnt to duly measure My portion of desire and pleasure. 'Tis strange that here I lie, you see, For Death must have indulged a whim; At any time to have thought of me, Who never once did think of him. 