It pleased God the child did live and thrive,
Until it came to be the age of five;
At five years old its sorrows first begun,
And so continued many years to run.
The greatest pleasure that we here can boast,
Soon fades away, and very short at most;
When death approaches, who can shun the dart?
He has command, and strikes us to the heart.
Th' squire's lady was took very ill,
The doctors used in vain their best of skill;