2. Death since his Empire first begun, [p. 116.] So foul a conquest never won, Nor yet so fair a prize: And had he had a heart, or eyes, Her beauties would have charm’d his cruelties. Even Savage Beasts will Beauty spare, Chaft Lions fawn upon the fair; [Fierce lions] Nor dare offend the chaste: But vitious man, that sees and knows The mischiefs his wild fury does, Humours his passions haste, To prove ungovern’d man the greatest beast. _A Song._ 1. How frailty makes us to our wrong Fear, and be loth to dye, When Life is only dying long And Death the remedy! We shun eternity, And still would gravel her beneath, [_Scil._, grovel] Though still in woe and strife, When Life’s the path that leads to Death, And Death the door to Life. 2. The Fear of Death is the disease [p. 117.] Makes the poor patient smart; Vain apprehensions often freeze The vitals in the heart, Without the dreaded Dart. When fury rides on pointed steel Death’s fear the heart doth seize, Whilst in that very fear we feel A greater sting than his. 3. But chaste _Camilla’s_ vertuous fear Was of a noble kind, Not of her end approaching near But to be left behind, From her dear Love disjoyn’d; When Death in courtesie decreed, To make the fair his prize, And by one cruelty her freed From humane cruelties. CHORUS.