To do me good—when Death at hand
Shall come and urge his last demand.
’Tis folly, you’ll be apt to say,
A thousand times to beg and pray
Of one with so much worth and sense,
Whose gen’rous bounty is propense.
If e’er a miscreant succeeds,
By fair confession of his deeds,
An innocent offender’s case
Is far more worthy of your grace.