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Watch thou
and fear; tomorrow thou shalt die.
Or art thou sure
thou shalt have time for death?
Is not the day which
God's word promiseth
To come man knows not when? In
yonder sky,
Now while we speak, the sun speeds forth:
can I
Or thou assure him of his goal? God's breath
Even at this moment haply quickeneth
The air to
flame; till spirits, always nigh
Though screened and
hid, shall walk the daylight here.
And dost thou
prate of all that man shall do?
Canst thou, who hast
but plagues, presume to be
Glad in his gladness that
comes after thee?
Will his strength slay thy worm in
Hell? Go to:
Cover thy countenance, and watch, and
fear.
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