THE THREE WARNINGS

  Did you never see in the world a man, or a woman, eighty, ninety, or

a hundred years old, frail, crooked as a gable roof, bent down,

resting on crutches, with tottering steps, infirm, youth long since

fled, with broken teeth, grey and scanty hair, or bald-headed,

wrinkled, with blotched limbs? And did the thought never come to you

that also you are subject to decay, that also you cannot escape it?

  Did you never see in the world a man, or a woman, who being sick,

afflicted, and grievously ill, and wallowing in his own filth, was

lifted up by some people, and put to bed by others? And did the

thought never come to you that also you are subject to disease, that

also you cannot escape it?

  Did you never see in the world the corpse of a man, or a woman, one,

or two, or three days after death, swollen up, blue-black in color,

and full of corruption? And did the thought never come to you that

also you are subject to death, that also you cannot escape it?