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Aeschylus1, being told that he should die
2By the descent of something from on high,
3Into the field he went and sat him down.
4The sun shone bright upon his
For he to Erycine had sacrificed3;
Pity4a poet thus was
7A tow’ring eagle let her prey fall down
8In hope to break
th’escallop6on his crown.
9She had her wish; it broke the fatal shell,
10And struck the poet’s rhyming soul to Hell.
11Then let none curiously pry in their fate,
12For none can lengthen or make short their date.
13For surely none their fortune can prevent,
14Unless a messenger from Heaven be sent
15With a reprieve; so
16A pardon did obtain for fifteen years.
Jezebel8found true that fatal hour
18When dogs her curséd carcass did devour.
Domitian9cross his prophet’s fate
20Or add a minute to his own life’s date.
Though Caesar did the fatal Ides know10,
22At twenty and three wounds his blood did flow.
23So Agrippina was her fate foretold,
Yet her dissection Nero did behold11.
25Then let me never know my destiny,
26But every day so live that when I die
27I may with comfort lay these ruins down
dust12; ’tis softer far than finest
29Nor is that pillow stuffed with cares or fears,
30Nor shall I wake as now to sighs and tears.
31Yet O, my God, this comfort let me have:
32Let me not here anticipate my grave;
if I must alive thus buried be14,
34Let me yet live, my gracious God, to Thee.
35Then so assist my soul in her sad story,
36That though I fall, yet I may rise to glory.