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[Art Thou, Man, no more now mindefull]
Art Thou, Man, no more now mindefullOf thy Childe-hood, brute and blindefull?
Dost thon laugh, and dost thou sing
Th'Errors of thy Youth and Folly?
Canst thou bee so blithe and iolly,
Towards Age now galloping?
Rather wail thy Life's Condition,
Thrall to Sin, Death and Perdition.
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