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CHAP. IV.

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So I return'd, consider'd all oppressions
Done here below, which are beyond expressions:
And lo, the tears of such oppressed ones,
Without comforters, utter'd grievous groans;
And on the side of their oppressors were
Pow'r (but, poor souls!) they had no comforter.

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Wherefore I prais'd the dead, already dead,
Far more than he that liveth in his stead.

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Yea better far is he that hath not been,
Than dead and living; for he hath not seen
The evil work that here below the sun
By sons of men so frequently is done.

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Again, all travel I considered,
And each right-work, for which a man's envy'd
Ev'n of his neighbour: this is vanity,
And sore vexation of the mind, surely.

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The fool together folds his hands afresh,
And by his sloth he eateth his own flesh.

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Better's an handful, with a quiet possession;
Than both hands full, with travel and vexation.

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Then on reflection I did plainly see
Below the sun another vanity:

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There's one alone, and there is not another;
Yea, and he hath not either child or brother:

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Yet endless toil his carnal heart bewitches,
So that he's never satisfied with riches;
Neither saith he, For whom now do I save
My riches, and my soul of good bereave?
This also is a vanity; yea more,
It is a travel, and a toil full sore.

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Two better are than one, because they have
A good reward for labour to receive.

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For if they fall, the one will make a shift,
And strive his fellow up again to lift:
But wo to him that is alone when he
Shall fall; hath none that will his helper be.

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Again, if two together ly, anon
They've heat; but how can one be warm alone?

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And if one shall prevail against him, two
Shall him withstand, and likely overthrow;
A threefold cord will not so quickly break,
As one that's single, certainly more weak.

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A poor wise child is better far, than he
That's old and foolish, tho' a king he be,
Who to no admonition will agree.

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From out of prison one may raised be
To rule and reign in royal dignity.
Whereas one born in his own kingdom may
Be render'd poor, and subject-like obey.

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I then consider'd all the living which
Walk under heav'n, yea, both the poor and rich:
The second child, when as a man is dead,
That after him shall stand up in his stead.

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There is no end of all the people seen
Even of all before them that have been;
Those that come after in him shall not joy.
This also is a vexing vanity.