He tries not to meditate evils
Nor with his hands sordidly paddles
He who knows he is ephemeral
He disports not himself at funeral.
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He rules not with brutality
He leads with all loyalty
He who knows the tomb is a home
He delectates not under this dome.
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He foments not a discord
Nor doth a perfidy afford
He who knows this temporal residence
He delights not in his malevolence.
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He rests not upon the world
He dares not act so unjust
He who knows he is of dust
He rests not upon this world.
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