Dear-bought sense, experience rare,
Learning ripe, companions fond
Yield, lest their bond ensnare you!

Is there then no sure relief,
Thou arch-murderer and thief,
Death, from thine o'ermastering law--
Thy monstrous maw can none shun?

O ye rich, in all your pride
Through the ages would ye bide,
Wherefore not with Death compound,
Ere underground he hide you?

Lusty athlete, light of foot,
Death, the Bowman's fell pursuit
Challenge! O, the laurels won,
If thou but shun his shooting!

Travellers by sea and land
On remotest mount or strand,
Have ye found one secret spot
Where Death is not commanding?

Learned scholar, jurist proud,
Lifted god-like o'er the crowd,
Can your keenest counsel's aid
Dispel Death's shade enshrouding?

Fervent faith, profound repentance,