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O MORTAL folk, you may behold and see

How I lie here, sometime a mighty knight;

The end of joy and all prosperitee

Is death at last, thorough his course and might:

After the day there cometh the dark night,

For though the daye be never so long,

At last the bells ringeth to evensong.