Mayst tell them, though they leave a sacred land,
Where every inch with rich conception spanned,
With diligence, in Hades mayst they find
A path that to Elysian Fields doth wind.
So many burdens, all the Earth now mars;
So many pleasures, circumstance doth slay;
Enough, I say, of all of this, be done.
For what becomes of all your struggles here,
But...
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