text:  "With all the symptoms of assur'd decay With age and sickness pinch'd and worn away Pale qiuv'ring lips lank cheeks and falt'ring tongue The spirits out of tune the nerves unstrung The body shrivell'd up thy dim eyes sunk Within their sockets deep thy weak hams shrunk The body's weight unable to sustain The stream of life scarce trembling thro' the vein More than half-kill'd by honest truths which fell Thro' thy own fault from men who wish'd thee well Canst thou ev'n thus thy thoughts to vengeance give And dead to all things else to malice live? Hence Dotard! to thy closet; shut thee in; By deep repentance wash away thy sin; From haunts of men to shame and sorrow fly And on the verge of death learn how to die