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Sonnet.
Ah, woe is me for pleasure that is vain, / Ah, woe is me for glory that is past: / Pleasure that bringeth sorrow at the last, / Glory that at the last bringeth no gain! / So saith the sinking heart; and so again / It shall say till the mighty angel-blast / Is blown, making the sun and moon aghast, / And showering down the stars like sudden rain. / And evermore men shall go fearfully, / Bending beneath their weight of heaviness; / And ancient men shall lie down wearily, / And strong men shall rise up in weariness; / Yea, even the young shall answer sighingly, / Saying one to another: How vain it is!