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 * An old plebeian let me die,

Alas, all then are such, as well as I.
 * To him, alas, to him, I fear,

The face of death will terrible appear; Who in his life, flattering his senseless pride By being known to all the world beside, Does not himself, when he is dying, know; Nor what he is, nor whither he's to go.