The Countess

They spend their Days in Wealth, and in a Moment go down to the Grave.

Job xxi. 13.

In num’rous Joys their rapid Life
The thoughtless Virgins waste,
And ev’ry Kind of Pleasure seek
With Eagerness to taste.

From Cares and Sorrow they are free,
No Thought their Minds to tire,
A vacant Life, full fraught with Bliss,
They earnestly desire.

But in the Grave they shall be laid,
By Death’s all-piercing Dart,
Where he their Pleasures exquisite
Shall into Grief convert.