The _Asses Skin_.
A Miserable _Ass_ that was ready to sink under Blows and Burdens, call’d
upon Death to Deliver him from that Intolerable Oppression. Death was
within Hearing it seems, and took him at his Word; but told him withal
for his Comfort, that whereas other Creatures end their Misfortunes and
their Lives together, You must not expect that it will be so with you;
for (says Death,) they’l make Drums of your Skin, when your Carcass shall
be Carrion, and never leave Drubbing of ye so long as one Piece will hold
to another.
The MORAL.
_Some People are Miserable beyond the Relief even of Death it self: That
is to say, there are Men that lead Restless Lives in this World, under
a Dreadful Apprehension at the same time, of being more Wretched in the
next._