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And where the red was, lo the bloodless white,
And where truth was, the likeness of a liar,
And where day was, the likeness of the night;
This is the end of every man's desire.

L'ENVOY.

Princes, and ye whom pleasure quickeneth,

Heed well this rhyme before your pleasure tire;
For life is sweet, but after life is death.
This is the end of every man's desire.