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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, & whither muſt I go Shall I, who am a Lady, yield or bow To ſuch a pale-fac'd viſage! Who art thou

Do you not know me? Well I'll tell yonyou [sic] '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, I did not think thou wouldſt have call'd ſo ſoon Why muſt my morning-ſun go down at noon

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.