Exhortation
Hear ye hear ye o vainglorious creatures
This day have I weighed thine lives in measures
Know ye not thine retinue will not last?
And all becometh old as of the past?
Repent ye of thine evil ways this day
For it cometh soon to an end - mine stay.
For of nothing but debris art thou made
To it thou surely returneth someday.
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