And they, that unto ayery Titles clime
Or tyre themselves in hoording up of Treasures?
For, these are Death's, who, when with wearinesse
They have acquired most, sweepes all away;
And leaves them, for their Labors, to possesse
Nought but a raw-bon'd Carcasse lapt in clay.
Of twenty hundred thousands, who, this houre
Vaunt much, of those Possessions they have got;
Of their new purchac'd Honours, or, the Power,
By which, they seeme to have advanc't their Lott: