Man a Worm

AH! what mean and despis'd things
Are Worms that crawl on Earth!
Man is a Worm, he from Earth sprung,
From thence were we brought forth.

No, beauty in a sorry Worm,
Man's glory that is gone,
Contemptible is in thy sight,
Each vile and wicked one.

What can a Worm do to preserve
It self from hurt or wrong,
That is in danger by each foot?
So we are all day long.

We can't preserve our selves one day,
Our Life is but a blast;
And one small sin, if not purg'd out,
May damn the Soul at last.

Then do not pride it in your selves,
You to the Worms must go;
For all your beauty soon will fly,
You must corruption know.