The Escutcheon of Death
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If you would lead a sinless life,
Then keep this scene in constant view,
And you will have no toil or strife
When long repose has come for you. |
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Bones of All
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Woe? woe? inhabitants of Earth,
Where blighting cares so keenly strike,
And, spite of rank, or wealth, or worth,
Death -- Death will visit all alike. |
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