All men state it—clad like this,
When the judgment trump shall sound
You can bound to God and bliss.
“When in shrouds they trip and stumble,
You’ll be nimble then as erst,
Hence I shaped thee this short vest;
You’ll run best and come in first.”
Trust not to a woman’s faith,
’Tis a breath, a broken stem,
Few whom they do not deceive;