WITHIN AND APART
Things fall, Within and apart,
That everyone bear a part
Of each tragedy and sad art,
Sages who claims to be smart;
Cannot surmise but a fact,
Who know, If the gods' act?
Like hungry dogs, After a mouse
Which hound these dreadful woes,
Firring us daggers, Like their foes
Corpses belike litters at every poles;
Alas! Cryings, Tears of bitter souls,
Rushing as if an estuary flows
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