"What I gave, I have;
What I spent, I had;
What I left, I lost by not giving it."
"O Death, what art thou? an husbandman that reapeth always,
Out of season, as in season, with the sickle in his hand."
(Tupper.)
"How full of dread, how full of hope, loometh inevitable death:
Of dread, for all have sinned; of hope, for One hath saved."
(Tupper.)