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Why, life must mock itself to mark how small Are the distinctions of its various pride. ‘Tis strange how we delight in the unreal; The fanciful and the fantastic make One half our triumphs. Not in mighty things— The glorious offerings of our mind to fate— Do we ask homage to our vanities, One half so much as from the false and vain: The petty trifles that the social world Has fancied into grandeur.