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1. Here is a song, which doth belong,
To all the human race,
Concerning death, who steals the breath,
And blasts the comely face.
2. Come listen all unto the call,
Which I do make to day,
For you must die, as well as I,
And pass from hence away.
In William Billings, 1794
5. Though beauty grace the comely face,
With rosy white and red,
A dying fall will spoil it all,
For Absalom is dead.
In The Waterhouse Manuscript, 1780
