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AIR 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.

What bold attempt is this?— Pray let me know From whence you come, and whither must I go? Shall I, who am a Lady, yield or bow To such a pale visage!— Who art thou?

Do you not know me?— Well, I’ll tell you 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?

Yes, I have heard of you, time after time, But being in the glory of my prime,