Someone Elses Point Of View...

Death is the common lot of all
It spareth neither greate nor small
Then (sence the time’s not in our powr)
Let’s live as though’t were our last hour
For come when’t will,t will sudden seem
Although the warning long hath been
And be not troubled if your friends
Come suddenly unto their ends
For’t is a debt, that all must pay
Though some do goe a nearer way
Then others yet the idurneys sure
And some pain in’t we must endure
How necessary tis to be prepared for death
Pray, learne of me.