Verse 1
Worldlings, anticipate the day
When that ye count your chiefest good
Yourselves shall wish to cast away,
A sore, and worse than useless load
Which soon will sink your shatter’d ship,
And plunge you in th’ infernal deep.
Verse 2
Skin for your skin, and all ye have
Ye give, in jeopardy extreme,
A momentary life to save,
A dying body to redeem:
But if to save your wealth ye chuse,
Your soul’s eternal life ye lose.