Wherefore I know that I must die;
And yet my life amende not I!
Though all the east did quake to hear
Of Alexander's dreadful name,
And all the west did likewise fear
The sound of Julius Caesar's fame,
Yet both by death in duste now lie;
Who then can 'scape, but he must die?
If none can 'scape Death's dreadful darte,
If rich and poor his beck obey,