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  sojourning on earth, he filled up the measure Of Time that to mortals is given So well, that he's gone to inherit the treasure That in life he exported to heaven,  undefined  infidelity turn pale and die, Beneath this stone six infants' ashes lie, Say, are they lost or saved? If death's by sin, they sin because they're here; If heaven's by works, in heaven they can't appear. Reason, ah, how depraved! But search the Scripture's sacred page the knot's untyed, They died, for Adam sinned; they live, for Jesus died.  undefined  lies one who for medicines would not give A little gold, and so his life he lost. I fancy now he'd wish again to live, Could he but know how much his funeral cost.  undefined  spouse and I full many a year Lived man and wife together: I could no longer keep her here. She's gone—the Lord knows whither.

Of tongue she was exceeding free, I purpose not to flatter; Of all the wives I e'er did see, None sure like her could chatter, 