On the Tomb of Alexander the Great.
BEHOLD the end of all the pomp of earth,
All human greatness, beauty, noble birth !
Worms, rottenness, a little dust, a stone,
Close the brief scene of life for ev'ry one.
Who gives his heart to God alone is wise,
Dead to the world already ere he dies.
O thou that readest this ! thou, too, one day
Must die; which lot dost thou prefer, I pray,
To die a slave, and then in bliss to reign,
Or die a king, and pass to endless pain ?
Reflect, prepare; the present time flies fast;
Repentance comes too late when life is past.
From:
http://www.archive.org/stream/victoriesmartyrs09liguuoft/victoriesmartyrs09liguuoft_djvu.txt
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