You that now view our fatal End,
Warn'd by our Case your Carriage mend;
Soon or late grim Death will come,
Who'd not prepare for a certain Doom:
Span long Life with lifeless Joys,
What's in this World but care and noise.
Youth, tho' most blest by being so,
As vast thy Joy, as great thy Woe;
Ev'ry Sin that gives Delight,
Will in the end the Soul affright: