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My soul is a stiff pageant, man by man, / Of some Egyptian art than Egypt older, / Found in some tomb whose rite no guess can scan, / Where all things else to coloured dust did moulder.
Whate'er its sense may mean, its age is twin / To that of priesthoods whose feet stood near God, / When knowledge was so great that 'twas a sin / And man's mere soul too man for its abode.