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CHAP. VI.

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There is an evil I have often seen
Below the sun, that common is to men:

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A man whom God gives honour wealth and ease,
And wants for nothing that his heart might please;
Yet God denies him pow'r to use the same;
But strangers thereto right and title claim:
This is a strange and sordid vanity;
An ill disease, as in the world can be.

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If one man should an hundred children have,
And many days, yea many years, should live,

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And yet his soul be never fill'd with good,
And have no burial, may be understood
To be far worse than an untimely birth:

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For he comes in with vanity, and forth
Again in darkness he departs away;
And fame his name doth in oblivion lay.

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Moreover he hath never seen the sun,
Nor any thing at all hath ever known:
This hath more rest in dark oblivion's shade,
Than th'other ever in his lifetime had.

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Yea, tho' he live a thousand years twice told,
Yet with his eyes did never good behold:
Do not all mortals to one place descend?
What's made of dust, in dust again must end.

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Man's labour all is for his mouth; yet he
His appetite can never satisfy.

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What hath the wise more than the fool? what hath
The poor that walk within the living's path?

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The eye sight's better, tho' it soon expire
Than is the wand'ring of the soul's desire:
This also is a very vanity,
And a vexation of the mind, surely.

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That which hath been it is already nam'd,
'Tis known that man was by the Highest fram'd:
Therefore he may not once with him contend;
For he in no ways can himself defend.

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Since many things do increase vanity,
What can a man be bettered thereby?

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For who is he can tell what's good for man
In this frail life, all his life days so vain,
Which as a shadow he doth spend away?
For who is he can tell a man what may
Be after him, when he is dead and gone,
Into his stead here underneath the sun?