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Come, Death, these are thy victims, and the axe Waits those who claimed the chariot. -- Thus we count Our treasures in the dark, and when the light Breaks on the cheated eye, we find the coin Was skulls --
Yet the while Fate links strange contrasts, and the scaffold's gloom Is neighboured by the altar. -- ANONYMOUS.