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Sonnet.
Vanity of vanities, the Preacher saith, / All things are vanity. The eye and ear / Cannot be filled with what they see and hear. / Like early dew, or like the sudden breath / Of wind, or like the grass that withereth, / Is man, tossed to and fro by hope and fear: / So little joy hath he, so little cheer, / Till all things end in the long dust of death. / To-day is still the same as yesterday, / To-morrow also even as one of them; / And there is nothing new under the sun: / Until the ancient race of Time be run, / The old thorns shall grow out of the old stem, / And morning shall be cold, and twilight gray.