Selected quad for the lemma: death_n
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Death's uncontrollable summons; or, The mortality of mankind. Being a dialogue between death and a young-man. To the tune of, My bleeding heart.
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Wing D505; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[103]
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Death's Uncontrollable Summons OR The Mortality of MANKIND Being a Dialogue between DEATH and a YOUNG-MAN To the Tune of My Bleeding Heart â—N slumber and Sleep my senses fail'd hey ho hey ho then slept I â—he bright Sun rais'd a mist withall 〈◊〉 eclipsed in the darksome Sky â—n antient Father stood by me hey ho hey ho hollow eyes 〈◊〉 foul deformed Wight was he I thought my youth did him despite â—is Cloak was green his head was gray hey ho hey ho silver hair His Face was pale as any clay his Countenance made me much to fear Amazed at the suddain sight hey ho hey ho youthful boy I stood as one amazed quite hey ho hey ho dismal day Father quoth I tell me your name hey ho hy ho tell me true I pray you tell to me the same my joynts do tremble at thy view Young Youth quoth he I tell to thee hey ho hey ho thy thred is spun My name is Death I come for thee hey ho hey ho thy Glass is run For me sweet Death I hope not so hey ho hey ho I am young Let me be old before I go alass my time hath not been long I have this worldly wealth at will hey ho hey ho ask and have Let me enjoy those Pleasures still oh my Soul abhors the Grave I scorn thy Treasure and thy Pelf hey ho hey ho haste away Thy goods shall perish with thy self 't is not thy Wealth my stroak shall stay Oh Death what will my true Love say hey ho hey ho shee 'l complain On thee for taking me away sweet Death with her let me remain I tell thee yet thou strivest in vain hey ho hey ho go 't is time Thy vital thread is cut in twain oh hark and hear the dulsome Chyme Then woe is me I must be gone hey ho hey ho my heart My Worlds delight and all is gone there was never man so loath to parts Mark well my Fall you youthful Buds hey ho hey ho view my Fall My Pleasures Plenty Life and Goods hey ho hey ho Death ends all Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner