That dumb inclosure maketh love
Unto the coffin, that attends his death.
When age grows low and weak, 25
Marking his grave, and thawing every year,
Till all do melt, and drown his breath,
When he would speak;
A chair or litter shows the bier
Which shall convey him to the house of death. 30
Man, ere he is aware,
Hath put together a solemnity,