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These are the clouds about the fallen sun, / The majesty that shuts his burning eye; / The weak lay hand on what the strong has done, / Till that be tumbled that was lifted high / And discord follow upon unison, / And all things at one common level lie. / And therefore, friend, if your great race were run / And these things came, so much the more thereby / Have you made greatness your companion, / Although it be for children that you sigh: / These are the clouds about the fallen sun, / The majesty that shuts his burning eye.