1.

One step twix't Me and Death, ('twas Davids speech,)
And true of sick Folks all:
Mans Leafe it fades, his Clay house cracks;
Before it's dreadful Fall.

2

Like Grashopper the Indian leapes ,
Till blasts of sicknesse rise:
Nor soule nor Body Physick hath,
Then Soule and Body dies.

3.

O happy English who for both,
Have precious physicks store:
How should (when Christ hath both refresh't,[)]
Thy Love and zeale be more?