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From SENECA.
All must submit to Time's despotic Pow'r;All, first or last, his Glutton-Jaws devour.
Nought a secure and settled Basis knows,
But all, at length, his mighty Hand o'erthrows.
Rivers forget to flow: the growing Shore
Now naked lies, where Ocean reign'd before:
High Mountains sink, and ancient Hills subside,
Or whelm the Vallies with their ruin'd Pride.
Why do I name these lesser things below?
Yon' Orbs, that with unnumber'd Splendors glow,
Not long shall on their steady Axes turn,
Ere, seiz'd by their own Native Fires, they burn.
No partial Wrong we undergo by Death;
'Tis Nature's Law, we shou'd resign our Breath.
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When Chaos shall his ancient Reign resume.
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