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Shall you, and I, in love with life,
life's future schemes contrive,
The world in wonder not unjust,
that we are still alive?

What have we left? How mean in man
a shadow's shade to crave?
When life, so vain! is vainer still,
'tis time to take your leave:

Happier, than happiest life, his death,
who, falling in the field
Of conflict with his rebel will,
writes VICI, on his shield;

So falling man, immortal heir
of an eternal prize;
Undaunted at the gloomy grave,
descends into the skies.

O! how disorder'd our machine,
when contradictions mix?
When nature strikes no less than twelve,
and folly points at six?

To mend the movements of your heart,
how great is my delight?
Gently to wind your morals up,
and set your hand aright?

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