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Human Frailty.
From Guarini.
This mortal Life,Courted with such eager Strife,
Is like a Feather, which by Winds is toss't
In the same moment rais'd and lost:
Or if it tries in giddy rounds to soar,
And in the Air to dance,
As if by its own Wings up bore
'Tis owing to the Chance
Of it's own natural Levity;
Short-liv'd' is all its Gaiety,
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Thro' the ten thousand winding ways,
The Labyrinths o'th' Azure Plain;
But as from Earth it rose, to Earth it falls again.
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