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Can he be fair, that withers at a blast ?
Or he be strong, that airy breath becast ?
Can he be wise, that knows not how to live ?
Or he be rich, that nothing hath to give ?
Can he be young, that's feeble, weak, and wan ?
So fair, strong, wise,—so rich, so young, is man.
So fair is man, that death (a parting blast)
Blasts his fair flower, and makes him earth at last;
So strong is man, that with a gasping breath
He totters and bequeaths his strength to death ;
So wise is man, that if with death he strive,
His wisdom cannot teach him how to live ;
So rich is man, that (all his debts being paid)
His wealth’s the winding-sheet wherein he's laid ;
So young is man, that (broke with care and sorrow)
He's old enough to-day to die to-morrow.
Why bragg'st thou then, thou worm of five foot long ?
Thou’rt neither fair, nor strong, nor wise, nor rich, nor

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FAREWELL those eyes, whose gentle smiles forsook
No misery, taught Charity how to look.
Farewell those cheerful eyes, that did erewhile
Teach succored Misery how to bless a smile :
Farewell those eyes, whose mixed aspect of late
Did reconcile humility and state.
Farewell those eyes, that to their joyful guest
Proclaimed their ordinary fare, a feast.
Farewell those eyes, the loadstars late whereby
The graces sailed secure from eye to eye.
Farewell, dear eyes, bright lamps—0) who can tell
Your glorious welcome, or our sad farewell !

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