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     Mortality, behold and fear

     What a change of flesh is here!

     Think how many royal bones

     Sleep within these heaps of stones;

     Here they lie, had realms and lands,

     Who now want strength to stir their hands,

     Where from their pulpits seal'd with dust

     They preach, "In greatness is no trust."

     Here's an acre sown indeed

     With the richest royallest seed

     That the earth did e'er suck in

     Since the first man died for sin:

     Here the bones of birth have cried

     "Though gods they were, as men they died!"

     Here are sands, ignoble things,

     Dropt from the ruin'd sides of kings

     Here's a world of pomp and state

     Buried in dust, once dead by fate.