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There is a legend of an old Hartz tower / That tells of one, a noble, who had sold / His soul unto the Fiend; who grew not old / On this condition: That the demon's power / Cease every midnight for a single hour, / And in that hour his body should be cold, / His limbs grow shriveled, and his face, behold! / Become a death's-head in the taper's glower. -- / So unto Sin Life gives his best. Her arts / Make all his outward seeming beautiful / Before the world; but in his heart of hearts / Abides an hour when her strength is null; / When he shall feel the death through all his parts / Strike, and his countenance become a skull.