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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Meerly for man's death to mourne Were to repine that man was borne. When weake old age doth fall asleepe Twere foule ingratitude to weepe: Those threads alone should pull out tears Whose sodayne cracke breaks off some years. Heere tis not so: full distance heere Sunders the cradle from the beere. A fellow-traveller he hath beene So long with Time: so worne to skinne, That were hee not just now bereft, His Body first his soule had left, Threescore and tenne is Nature's date, Our journey when wee come in late. Beyond that time the overplus Was granted not to him, but us. For his own sake the Sun nere stood, But only for the peoples good. Even so his breath held out by aire Which poore men uttered in theyr prayer: And as his goods were lent to give, So were his dayes that they might live, Soe ten years more to him were told Enough to make another olde. O that Death would still doe soe; Or else on good men would bestow That wast of years which unthrifts fling Away by theyr distempering, That some might thrive by this decay As well as that of land and clay. 'Twas now well done: no cause to moane On such a seasonable stone. Where death is but an Host, we sinne Not bidding welcome to his Inne. Sleepe, sleepe, thy rest, good man, embrace; Sleepe, sleepe, th' ast trode a weary race.
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