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1 Who liuing but daily discerne it he may, how life as a shadow doth vanish away; And nothing to count on so suer to trust as suer of death and to turne into dust.[E135] 2 The lands and the riches that here we possesse be none of our owne, if a God we professe, But lent vs of him, as his talent of gold, which being demanded, who can it withhold? Atrop, or death. 3 God maketh no writing that iustly doth say how long we shall haue it, a yeere or a day; But leaue it we must (how soeuer we leeue) when Atrop[E136] shall pluck vs from hence by the sleeue. 4 To death we must stoupe, be we high, be we lowe, but how and how sodenly, few be that knowe: What carie we then, but a sheete to the graue, to couer this carkas, of all that we haue?