_Death_ and an _Old Man_.
An _Old Man_ that had Travell’d a Great Way under a Huge Burden of Sticks
found himself so Weary, that he cast it Down, and call’d upon _Death_
to Deliver him from a more Miserable Life. _Death_ came presently at his
Call, and Ask’d him his Bus’ness. Pray Good Sir, says he, Do me but the
favour to Help me up with my Burden again.
The MORAL.
_Men call upon Death, as they do upon the Devil: When he comes they’re
afraid of him._