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To This Urn Let Those Repair That Are Either True Or Fair; For These Dead Birds Sigh A Prayer.

To Show Our Simple Skill, That Is The True Beginning Of Our End.

He Shall Spurn Fate, Scorn Death, And Bear His Hopes 'bove Wisdom, Grace And Fear: And You All Know, Security Is Mortals' Chiefest Enemy.

What, All So Soon Asleep! I Wish Mine Eyes Would, With Themselves, Shut Up My Thoughts.

If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.