Richard Standfast, Dialogue between a blind man and death (October 2020)
“ He cometh forth like a Flower, and is cut down; be flieth also like a shadow, and continueth not. O That poor Earthly Mortals would attend, With Seriousness of Mind to what is penn'd, Here is presented clearly to the Eye, A little World new made most gloriously. To Day here stands proud Man, like flowers sprite, But look To-morrow, and he is wither'd quite: How happy might poor fallen Man have liv'd For ever, had he not his Maker griev'd; His num'rous Off-spring never would espy, Thro' that black curtain of Mortality. He might disdain Assaults, also defie Grim Death ”
