One whose breath
Doth the air taint
Before his death;
A bundle of bones,
Which fools adore,
Ha! ha!
460When life is o'er,
Which rattle and stink,
E'en in the flesh.
One whose breath
Doth the air taint
Before his death;
A bundle of bones,
Which fools adore,
Ha! ha!
460When life is o'er,
Which rattle and stink,
E'en in the flesh.