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And come he slow, or come he fast, It is but death who comes at last.
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Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
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To all, to each, a fair good night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
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To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
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O many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken
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