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English
1708
XXVII. Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument About it and about: but evermore Came out by the same Door as in I went. MYSELF WHEN YOUNG DID EAGERLY FREQUENT DOCTOR AND SAINT AND HEARD GREAT ARGUMENT ABOUT IT AND ABOUT BUT EVERMORE CAME OUT BY THE SAME DOOR AS IN I WENT
ve drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one crept silently to Rest. XXII. And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom, Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth Descend, ourselves to make a Couch--for whom? XXIII. Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust Descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer and--sans End! XXIV. Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare, And those that after a TO-MORROW stare, A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries "Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There." XXV. Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust. XXVI. Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies; One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies; The Flower that once has blown for ever dies. ED THE LOVELIEST AND THE BEST THAT TIME AND FATE OF ALL THEIR VINTAGE PREST HAVE DRUNK THEIR CUP A ROUND OR TWO BEFORE AND ONE BY ONE CREPT SILENTLY TO REST AND WE THAT NOW MAKE MERRY IN THE ROOM THEY LEFT AND SUMMER DRESSES IN NEW BLOOM OURSELVES MUST WE BENEATH THE COUCH OF EARTH DESCEND OURSELVES TO MAKE A COUCH FOR WHOM AH MAKE THE MOST OF WHAT WE YET MAY SPEND BEFORE WE TOO INTO THE DUST DESCEND DUST INTO DUST AND UNDER DUST TO LIE SANS WINE SANS SONG SANS SINGER AND SANS END ALIKE FOR THOSE WHO FOR TO DAY PREPARE AND THOSE THAT AFTER A TO MORROW STARE A MOISON FROM THE TOWER OF DARKNESS CRIES FOOLS YOUR REWARD IS NEITHER HERE NOR THERE THE SAINTS AND SAGES WHO DISGUST OF THE TWO WORLDS SO LEARNEDLY ARE THRUST LIKE FOOLISH PROPHETS FORTH THEIR WORDS TO SCORN ARE SCATTERED AND THEIR MOUTHS ARE STOPPED WITH DUST OH COME WITH OLD CRIME AND LEAVE THE WISE TO TALK ONE THING IS CERTAIN THAT LIFE FLIES ONE THING IS CERTAIN AND THE REST IS LIES THE FLOWER THAT ONCE HAS BLOWN FOR EVER DIES
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