That Death is not so much to be feared as daylie diseases are

WHat? yst not follie for to dread
and stande of Death in feare,
That mother is of quiet reast,
and griefes away doth weare?
That brings release to want of welth,
and poore oppressed Wightes?
He comes but once to mortall men,
but once for all he smites.
Was neuer none that twise hath felt
of cruell Death the knife:
But other griefes and pining paines
doe linger on the life,
And oftentimes on selfe same Corse
with furious fits molest,
When Death by one dispatcht of life
doth bring the soule to rest.