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Let pious Damon take his seat	A
With mincing step and languid smile	B
And scatter from his 'kerchief sweet	A
Sabaean odours o'er the aisle	B
And spread his little jewelled hand	C
And smile round all the parish beauties	D
And pat his curls and smooth his band	C
Meet prelude to his saintly duties	D
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Let the thronged audience press and stare	E
Let stifled maidens ply the fan	F
Admire his doctrines and his hair	E
And whisper What a good young man	F
While he explains what seems most clear	G
So clearly that it seems perplexed	H
I'll stay and read my sermon here	I
And skulls and bones shall be the text	H
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Art thou the jilted dupe of fame	J
Dost thou with jealous anger pine	K
Whene'er she sounds some other name	J
With fonder emphasis than thine	K
To thee I preach draw near attend	L
Look on these bones thou fool and see	M
Where all her scorns and favours end	L
What Byron is and thou must be	M
	-
Dost thou revere or praise or trust	N
Some clod like those that here we spurn	O
Some thing that sprang like thee from dust	N
And shall like thee to dust return	O
Dost thou rate statesmen heroes wits	P
At one sear leaf or wandering feather	Q
Behold the black damp narrow pits	P
Where they and thou must lie together	Q
	-
Dost thou beneath the smile or frown	R
Of some vain woman bend thy knee	M
Here take thy stand and trample down	R
Things that were once as fair as she	M
Here rave of her ten thousand graces	S
Bosom and lip and eye and chin	T
While as in scorn the fleshless faces	U
Of Hamiltons and Waldegraves grin	T
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Whate'er thy losses or thy gains	V
Whate'er thy projects or thy fears	W
Whate'er the joys whate'er the pains	V
That prompt thy baby smiles and tears	X
Come to my school and thou shalt learn	O
In one short hour of placid thought	Y
A stoicism more deep more stern	O
Than ever Zeno's porch hath taught	Y
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The plots and feats of those that press	Z
To seize on titles wealth or power	Q
Shall seem to thee a game of chess	Z
Devised to pass a tedious hour	Q
What matters it to him who fights	A2
For shows of unsubstantial good	B2
Whether his Kings and Queens and Knights	A2
Be things of flesh or things of wood	B2
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We check and take exult and fret	C2
Our plans extend our passions rise	D2
Till in our ardour we forget	C2
How worthless is the victor's prize	D2
Soon fades the spell soon comes the night	E2
Say will it not be then the same	J
Whether we played the black or white	E2
Whether we lost or won the game	J
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Dost thou among these hillocks stray	F2
O'er some dear idol's tomb to moan	G2
Know that thy foot is on the clay	F2
Of hearts once wretched as thy own	G2
How many a father's anxious schemes	H2
How many rapturous thoughts of lovers	I2
How many a mother's cherished dreams	H2
The swelling turf before thee covers	I2
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Here for the living and the dead	J2
The weepers and the friends they weep	K2
Hath been ordained the same cold bed	J2
The same dark night the same long sleep	K2
Why shouldest thou writhe and sob and rave	L2
O'er those with whom thou soon must be	M
Death his own sting shall cure the grave	L2
Shall vanquish its own victory	M
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Here learn that all the griefs and joys	M2
Which now torment which now beguile	B
Are children's hurts and children's toys	M2
Scarce worthy of one bitter smile	B
Here learn that pulpit throne and press	Z
Sword sceptre lyre alike are frail	N2
That science is a blind man's guess	Z
And History a nurse's tale	N2
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Here learn that glory and disgrace	O2
Wisdom and folly pass away	F2
That mirth hath its appointed space	O2
That sorrow is but for a day	F2
That all we love and all we hate	P2
That all we hope and all we fear	G
Each mood of mind each turn of fate	P2
Must end in dust and silence here	I

Thomas Babbington Macaulay

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