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Death as a king rampant and stout	A
The world he dare engage	B
He conquers all yea and doth rout	A
The great strong wise and sage	B
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No king so great nor prince so strong	C
But death can make to yield	D
Yea bind and lay them all along	C
And make them quit the field	D
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Where are the victors of the world	E
With all their men of might	F
Those that together kingdoms hurl'd	E
By death are put to flight	F
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How feeble is the strongest hand	G
When death begins to gripe	H
The giant now leaves off to stand	G
Much less withstand and fight	F
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The man that hath a lion's face	I
Must here give place and bend	J
Yea though his bones were bars of brass	K
'Tis vain here to contend	J
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Submit he must to feeble ones	L
To worms who will enclose	M
His skin and flesh sinews and bones	N
And will thereof dispose	M
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Among themselves as merchants do	O
The prizes they have got	P
Or as the soldiers give unto	O
Each man the share and lot	P
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Which they by dint of sword have won	Q
From their most daring foe	R
While he lies by as still as stone	S
Not knowing what they do	O
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Beauty death turns to rottenness	M
And youth to wrinkled face	M
The witty he brings to distress	M
And wantons to disgrace	M
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The wild he tames and spoils the mirth	T
Of all that wanton are	U
He takes the worldling from his worth	T
And poor man from his care	V
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Death favours none he lays at all	W
Of all sorts and degree	X
Both old and young both great and small	W
Rich poor and bound and free	X
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No fawning words will flatter him	Y
Nor threat'nings make him start	Z
He favours none for worth or kin	A2
All must taste of his dart	Z
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What shall I say the graves declare	V
That death shall conquer all	W
There lie the skulls dust bones and there	V
The mighty daily fall	W
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The very looks of death are grim	Y
And ghastly to behold	B2
Yea though but in a dead man's skin	A2
When he is gone and cold	B2
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How 'fraid are some of dead men's beds	M
And others of their bones	M
They neither care to see their heads	M
Nor yet to hear their groans	M
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Now all these things are but the shade	C2
And badges of his coat	D2
The glass that runs the scythe and spade	C2
Though weapons more remote	D2
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Yet such as make poor mortals shrink	E2
And fear when they are told	B2
These things are signs that they must drink	E2
With death O then how cold	B2
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It strikes them to the heart how do	O
They study it to shun	Q
Indeed who can bear up and who	O
Can from these shakings run	Q
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But how much more then when he comes	M
To grapple with thy heart	Z
To bind with thread thy toes and thumbs	M
And fetch thee in his cart	Z
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Then will he cut thy silver cord	F2
And break thy golden bowl	G2
Yea break that pitcher which the Lord	F2
Made cabin for thy soul	G2
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Thine eyes that now are quick of sight	F
Shall then no way espy	X
How to escape this doleful plight	F
For death will make thee die	H2
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Those legs that now can nimbly run	Q
Shall then with faintness fail	I2
To take one step death's dart to shun	Q
When he doth thee assail	I2
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That tongue that now can boast and brag	J2
Shall then by death be tied	K2
So fast as not to speak or wag	J2
Though death lies by thy side	K2
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Thou that didst once incline thine ear	L2
Unto the song and tale	I2
Shall only now death's message hear	L2
While he with face most pale	I2
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Doth reason with thee how thy days	M
Hath hitherto been spent	M2
And what have been thy deeds and ways	M
Since God thee time hath lent	M2
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Then will he so begin to tear	V
Thy body from thy soul	G2
And both from life if now thy care	V
Be not on grace to roll	G2
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Death puts on things another face	M
Than we in health do see	X
Sin Satan hell death life and grace	M
Now great and weighty be	X
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Yea now the sick man's eye is set	N2
Upon a world to come	O2
He also knows too without let	N2
That there must be his home	P2
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Either in joy in bliss and light	F
Or sorrow woe and grief	Q2
Either with Christ and saints in white	F
Or fiends without relief	Q2
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But O the sad estate that then	R2
They will be in that die	H2
Both void of grace and life poor men	R2
How will they fear and cry	H2
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Ha live I may not though I would	S2
For life give more than all	W
And die I dare not though I should	S2
The world gain by my fall	W
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No here he must no longer stay	T2
He feels his life run out	A
His night is come also the day	T2
That makes him fear and doubt	A
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He feels his very vitals die	H2
All waxeth pale and wan	U2
Nay worse he fears to misery	X
He shortly must be gone	V2
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Death doth already strike his heart	Z
With his most fearful sting	W2
Of guilt which makes his conscience start	Z
And quake at every thing	W2
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Yea as his body doth decay	T2
By a contagious grief	Q2
So his poor soul doth faint away	T2
Without hope or relief	Q2
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Thus while the man is in this scare	V
Death doth still at him lay	T2
Live die sink swim fall foul or fair	V
Death still holds on his way	T2
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Still pulling of him from his place	M
Full sore against his mind	X2
Death like a sprite stares in his face	M
And doth with links him bind	X2
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And carries him into his den	R2
In darkness there to lie	H2
Among the swarms of wicked men	R2
In grief eternally	X
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For only he that God doth fear	Y2
Will now be counted wise	M
Yea he that feareth him while here	L2
He only wins the prize	M
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'Tis he that shall by angels be	X
Attended to that bliss	M
That angels have for he O he	X
Of glory shall not miss	M
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Those weapons and those instruments	M
Of death that others fright	F
Those dreadful fears and discontents	M
That brings on some that night	F
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That never more shall have a day	T2
Brings this man to that rest	Z2
Which none can win but only they	T2
Whom God hath called and blest	Z2
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With the first fruits of saving grace	M
With faith hope love and fear	Y2
Him to offend this man his face	M
In visions high and clear	Y2
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Shall in that light which no eye can	A3
Approach unto behold	B2
The rays and beams of glory and	B3
Find there his name enroll'd	B2
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Among those glittering starts of light	F
That Christ still holdeth fast	C3
In his right hand with all his might	F
Until that danger's past	C3
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That shakes the world and most hath dropt	C3
Into grief and distress	M
O blessed then is he that's wrapt	C3
In Christ his righteousness	M
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This is the man death cannot kill	D3
For he hath put on arms	M
Him sin nor Satan hath not skill	D3
To hurt with all their charms	M
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A helmet on his head doth stand	C3
A breastplate on his heart	C3
A shield also is in his hand	C3
That blunteth every dart	C3
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Truth girds him round the reins also	M
His sword is on his thigh	H2
His feet in shoes of peace do go	M
The ways of purity	C3
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His heart it groaneth to the Lord	C3
Who hears him at his call	W
And doth him help and strength afford	C3
Wherewith he conquers all	W
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Thus fortified he keeps the field	C3
While death is gone and fled	C3
And then lies down upon his shield	C3
Till Christ doth raise the dead	C3