I sing a song which doth belong To all the human race, Concerning death which steals the breath And blasts the comely face; Come listen all unto my call Which I do make today For you must die as well as I, And pass from hence away. No human pow'r can stop the hour Wherein a mortal dies, A Caesar may be great today, Yet death will close his eyes: Though some do strive and do arrive To riches and renown. Enjoying health and swim in wealth, Yet death will bring them down.