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English
1708
LII. And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky, Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die, Lift not thy hands to IT for help  for It Rolls impotently on as Thou or I. LIII. AND THAT INVERTED BULL WE CALL THE SKY WHERE UNDER CRAWLING COOPED WE LIVE AND DIE LIFT NOT THY HANDS TO IT FOR HELP FOR IT ROSE IMPOTENTLY ON AS THOU OR I
 Shadow-show, Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go. XLVII. And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press, End in the Nothing all Things end in--Yes- Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what Thou shalt be--Nothing--Thou shalt not be less. XLVIII. While the Rose blows along the River Brink, With old Khayyam the Ruby Vintage drink: And when the Angel with his darker Draught Draws up to thee--take that, and do not shrink. XLVIX. 'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays. L. The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Right or Left as strikes the Player goes; And He that toss'd Thee down into the Field, He knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows! LI. The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it. MUCH OF THEE FOR IN AND OUT ABOVE ABOUT BELOW TIS NOTHING BUT A MAGIC SHADOW SHOW PLAYED IN A BOX WHOSE CANDLE IS THE SUN ROUND WHICH WE PHANTOM FIGURES COME AND GO AND IF THE WINE YOU DRINK THE LIP YOU PRESS END IN NOTHING ALL THINGS END IN YES THEN FANCY WHILE THOU ART THOU ART BUT WHAT THOU SHALT BE NOTHING THOU SHALT NOT BE LESS WHILE THE ROSE BLOWS ALONG THE RIVER BRINK WITH OLD CYME THE RUBY VINTAGE DRINK AND WHEN THE ANGEL WITH HIS DARKER DROUGHT DRAWS UP TO THEE TAKE THAT AND DO NOT SHRINK TIS ALL A CHECKER BOARD OF NIGHTS AND DAYS WHERE DESTINY WITH MEN FOR PIECES PLAYS HITHER AND THITHER MOVES IN MATES AND SLEIGHS AND ONE BY ONE BACK IN THE CLOSET LAYS THE BALL NO QUESTION MAKES OF EYES AND NOSE BUT RIGHT OR LEFT AS STRIKES THE PLAYER GOES AND HE THAT TOSSED THEE DOWN INTO THE FIELD HE KNOWS ABOUT IT ALL HE KNOWS HE KNOWS THE MOVING FINGER WRITES AND HAVING WRIT MOVES ON NOR ALL THY PIETY NOR WIT SHALL LURE IT BACK TO CANCEL HALF A LINE NOR ALL THY TEARS WASH OUT A WORD OF IT
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