George Herbert - A Dialogue-Anthem lyrics

Alas, poor d**h! Where is thy glory? Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting? Alas, poor mortal, void of story! Go spell and read how I have k**ed thy King. Poor d**h! And who was hurt thereby? Thy curse being laid on Him makes thee accurst. Let losers talk, yet thou shalt die; These arms shall crush thee. Spare not, do thy worst. I shall be one day better than before; Thou so much worse, that thou shalt be no more.