Remember me, ye Shepherds, when I'm dead.
II.
Ye trifling glories of this world, adieu,
And vain applauses of the age;
For when we quit this earthly stage,
10Believe me, shepherds, for I tell you true;
Those pleasures which from virtuous deeds we have,
Procure the sweetest slumbers in the grave.
III.
Then since your fatal hour must surely come,