Funerall Elegies: Eleg. 4

DEath, art thou growne so nice? can nothing please
Thy curious palate, but such Cates as these?
Or hath thy ravenous stomach beene o'represt
With common diet at thy last great feast? 1625
Or hast thou fed so neere that there is none
Now left but delicates to feed upon?
Or was this dish so tempting, that no power
Was left in thee, to stay another hower?
Or didst thou feed by chance, and not observ'd
What food it was, but tooke as Fortune carv'd?
'Tis done. Be it or Fortunes act or thine,
It fed the one, whose want made Millions pine.