All Men must die

We must die, and 'tis happy that we must,
And not our natural affections trust,
Lest our weak Faith beget in us content
To dwell on Earth, as a just punishment,
For loving of so troublesome a Fate;
And valuing Heaven at so low a rate,
As ne'er to wish that we may thither go,
While God will give us leave to live below.
To finish some great Business, we pretend
From time to time, until our Journey's end.
But God s Decree will our defects supply,
Who has ordain'd that all who live shall die:
When he calls, Death admits of no delay,
All arguments laid by, we must obey.