After Death nothing is, and nothing, death, br The utmost limit of a gasp of breath. br Let the ambitious zealot lay aside br His hopes of heaven, whose faith is but his pride; br Let slavish souls lay by their fear br Nor be concerned which way nor where br After this life they shall be hurled. br Dead, we become the lumber of the world, br And to that mass of matter shall be swept br Where things destroyed with things unborn are kept. br Devouring time swallows us whole. br Impartial death confounds body and soul. br For Hell and the foul fiend that rules br God's everlasting fiery jails br (Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools), br With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door, br Are senseless stories, idle tales, br Dreams, whimseys, and no more.