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" Such is the state of every mortal wight ! 



In health our glories and our lusts we show ; 



We fill ourselves with every vain delight, 



And will least think of that which may ensue. 



But let us learn to heed as well as know, 



That spring doth pass, that summer steals away, 



And that the flower which makes the fairest show, 



Ere many weeks may wither and decay. 



The stoutest form that walks the earth to-day, 



To-morrow with the dead may senseless lay." 



