did his pleasure wait; When he would gobble Venson down, Long after all his teeth were gone. At the last Feast he eer en joyd.And when his taste should have been cloyd, * Where is my favrite dish, he cried, * Let some one place it by my side.Death heard his call and soon obeyd,And by his side the… … ENGLISH DANCE OF DEATH 243 THE LAST STAGE The course through which our Life is past,From our first moments to our last,Has been describd in various forms :The rivers calm, the oceans storms;The tranquil path, the beaten road.By the great bulk of mortals trod.Some in the wherry glide along,Or tug…
Dance of death
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