I sing a song which doth belong
To all the human race,
Concerning death which steals the breath
And blasts the comely face;
Come listen all unto my call
Which I do make today
For you must die as well as I,
And pass from hence away.

No human pow’r can stop the hour
Wherein a mortal dies,
A Caesar may be great today,
Yet death will close his eyes:
Tho some do strive and do arrive
To riches and renown.
Enjoying health and swim in wealth,
Yet death will bring them down.

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