2.
O think not you’ll change what on high is designed,
Though you lift up your hands and to heaven you shout;
The Angel will grieve not, who governs the wind,
Though a gust should the lamp of the widow blow out.
3.
Load not thyself with gold, O mortal man, for know
No strength thou’lt have for loads when summon’d hence away.
Avoid excess of meat, it maketh gross, I trow,
And gross thou must not be when summon’d hence away;
For through the narrow gate thou’lt find it hard to go
Of death, if thou art gross when summon’d hence away.
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London:
Printed for Thomas J. Wise, Hampstead, N.W.
Edition limited to Thirty Copies.