An old man that had travell’d a great way under a huge Burden of Sticks found himself so weary that he cast it down, and call’d upon Death to deliver him from a more miserable Life. Death came presently at his call, and asked him his business. Pray, good Sir, says he, Do me but the Favour to help me up with my burden again.
Men call upon Death, as they do upon the Devil; when he comes they’re afraid of him.Source:
L'Estrange 112.
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