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Man alive, that mournst thy lot, / Desiring what thou hast not got, / Money, beauty, love, what not;
Deeming it blesseder to be / A rotted man, than live to see
So rude a sky as covers thee;
Deeming thyself of all unblest / And wretched souls the wretchedest, / Longing to die and be at rest;
Know: that however grim the fate / Which sent thee forth to meditate
Upon my enviable state, / Here lieth one who would resign / Gladly his lot, to shoulder thine.
Give me thy coat; get into mine.