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VIII.

An Ode of Wey-vû-kong, a venerable
old Man of ninety-five: which he
caused to be sung every day at the
gate of the Palace[28] .

In vain doth human force pretend to establish a state:
If the lord of heaven doth not lend a hand to strengthen it, it tumbleth at the first shock.
It is a water, which, not far from its source,
Loseth itself, and is dried up in the first sand of the plain.
It is a flower, which is blown in the morning, and withereth at night.
A whole nation is corrupted by the example of a wicked king.
 
[28]

P. Du Halde, vol. 1. p. 646.