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Sung by Miss JENNY.
Mankind is like a tennis-ball,Toss'd to and fro by fate.
Though one to-day were Lord of all,
In honour ne'er so great;
Yet the next day reproach and scorn
May be his sordid lot;
His wealth dispers'd, and he forlorn,
And's pleasures quite forgot.
Our joys continue but short space;
Our griefs more lasting be;
We may soon fall into disgrace,
Though in prosperitie.
We mortals too short-sighted are
True virtue to discern;
How to escape the baneful snare,
We too, too seldom learn.
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