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A41905 The Great messenger of mortality, or, A Dialogue betwixt death and a lady 1600 (1600) Wing G1711; ESTC R39455 1,616 1

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The Great Messenger of MORTALITY Or A Dialogue betwixt DEATH and a LADY DEATH FAIR 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 LADY What bold Attempt is this pray let me know From whence you come and whither I must go Shall I who am a Lady stoop or bow To such a pale-faced Visage Who art Thou DEATH Do you not know me Well I 'll tell you then 'T is 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 LADY Yes I have heard of thee Time after Time But being in the Glory of my Prime I did not think you would have call'd so soon Why must my Morning Sun go down at Noon DEATH 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 must all new Masters have Tho' thy vain Heart to Riches was inclin'd Yet thou must die and leave them all behind LADY My Heart is cold I tremble at the News Here 's Bags of Gold if thou wilt me excuse And seize on those thus finish thou the Strife On such as are a weary of their Life Are there not many bound in Prison strong In bitter Grief of Soul have languish'd long From all would find a Grave a Place of Rest From all their Grief in which they are opprest Besides there 's many with their hoary Head And Palsy Joints by which their Joys are fled Release thou them whose Sorrows are so great But spare my Life to have a longer Date DEATH Tho' they by Age are full of Grief and Pain Yet their appointed Time they must remain I come to none before my Warrant 's seal'd And when it is they must submit and yield I take no Bribe believe me this is true Prepare yourself to go I come for you LADY Death be not so severe let me obtain A little longer Time to live and reign Fain would I stay if thou my Life wilt spare I have a Daughter beautiful and fair I 'd live to see her wed whom I adore Grant me but this and I will ask no more DEATH This is a slender frivolous Excuse I have you fast and will not let you loose Leave her to Providence for you must go A long with me whether you will or no I Death command Kings to leave their Crowns And at my Feet they lay their Sceptres down If unto Kings this Favour I not give But cut them off can you expect to live Beyond the Limit of your Time and Space No I must send you to another Place LADY You learned Doctors now express your Skill And let not Death of me obtain his Will Prepare your Cordials let me Comfort find My Gold shall fly like Chast before the Wind. DEATH Forbear to call their Skill will never do They are but Mortals here as well as you I give the fatal Wound my Dart is sure ' I is far beyond the Doctor's Skill to cure How freely can you let your Riches fly To purchase Death rather than yield to die But while you flourish'd here in all your Store You would not give one Penny to the Poor Tho' in God's Name they Suit to you did make You would not spare one Penny for his Sake My Lord beheld wherein you did amiss And calls you hence to give Account for this LADY Oh heavy News must I no longer stay How shall I stand in the great Judgment Day Down from her Eyes the crystal Tears did flow She said None knows what I do undergo Upon a Bed of Sorrow here I lie My carnal Life makes me afraid to die My Sins alas are many gross and soul Lord Jesus Christ have Mercy on my Soul And tho' I do deserve thy righteous Frown Yet pardon Lord and pour a Blessing down Then with a dying Sigh her Heart did break And did the Pleasures of this World forsake Thus may we see the High and Mighty fall For cruel Death shews no Respect at all To any one of high or low Degree Great Men submit to Death as well as we Tho' they are gay their Lives are but a Span. A Lump of Clay so vile a Creature 's Marl Printed and Sold in Bow-Church-Yard London