What more he urg’d I have not heard:
His reasons could not well be stronger;
For Death the poor delinquent spar’d,
And left to live a little longer.
Yet calling up a serious look,
His hour-glass trembling while he spoke,
“Neighbour,” he said, “Farewell: No more
Shall death disturb your mirthful hour;
And further to avoid all blame
Of cruelty upon my name,