What foolishness!
To throw unaccountable nets
Of life to catch abundance of fish
Not knowing if the next moment we will live.
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XIV.
Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spin
The Thread of present Life away to win -
What? for ourselves, who know not if we shall
Breathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!
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