Come to the company and play:
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or even that sinful Babylon when surprisedPut not her sackcloth on nor sacrificed ;The revel roared, and few stood off to stayAnd greet the mournful day; Unearthed liquors were poured out, The burghers dined, in no constricted rage At sudden death as fearsomer than age, The harlots danced, the elders at least with shoutTossed brittle bones about. Small, small my heart inclines to boast:What can a virtuous poor pale lover doWho’s prey to dissolution quick as you?This day smells mortuary more than mostTo me upon my post. Know this, though desperate our cases:Thus will I hold you out of other harmsTill these be palsied paralytic arms;
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